Good Grief
We people of God
Get heavy burdens
Placed upon us by
The way of the chief
Cowardly thief.
All and all
Of His cowardy deeds
Makes us fall to our knees
And God relieves our pain.
And keeps us from going insane.
The burden is more painful
Than walking through burning woods
But God is with us walking through
To come out on top better than new.
We experience grief for good
The devil thought we'd burn
In the fire of His ferocious desires.
Good grief is an experience
Within itself its powerfully painful
It's a well known oxymoron
Started by the chief Moron.
God breathes a strong whiff
Of rich oxygen in the form of air
To let us know that He's there
The fire spreads more and more
Until it burns out then you are
Better than you were before
And you say good grief
Thank God I don't serve
The moron that lies beneath.
"Though he causes us grief, he then has compassion on us according to the abundance of
his loyal kindness." Lamentations 3:32
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