Gut Feelings
Oh little stomach, what have I
what have I drug you through,
while in our hearts we call it nerve
our insides call it stir!
How can we really change the world
while we sit idly by
waiting now as if it were
for the next vestige's pride!
Gut feelings, I may still call mine
but in Thy (God's) role observes
my nature, only problems pine,
while Thee hold up reserve!
It's in the flight, the feather serves
and strength is in the tower
the will to live must so deserve
umbilical . . . . not cower!
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