Give Me More
I laid it down beside me
just an hour ago.
It seems I must have lost it,
or dropped it on the floor.
Why does it seem so hard
to keep it in my grasp?
I never seem to find it, where
I thought I used it last.
Now, where was it on Tuesday?
I NEVER seem to know!
The thought of it just comes to me
right when I want it most.
I needed it last weekend
but my daughter came too late.
I wanted her to see it
when my grandson came to play.
My friend around the corner
always has hers when
the time comes she must use it.
I think she must have ten!
The pastor’s wife found hers one day,
just in the nick of time.
She always has it with her now.
“O’ Lord, where’d I put mine?”
I’ve looked inside the breadbox
and underneath my bed.
It wasn’t in the basement, now
My face is turning RED!!
“O’ Lord, I’m tired and flustered,
back where I’ve been before.
I’ve lost MY PATIENCE once again.
Oh Please, just give me more”!
Copyright © Teresa Altman | Year Posted 2008
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