Health Conscious Tale
Conscious of well-being status and fame
Mr. Muscle prays, “Give me steadfast frame…”
yet panicky is his mind
midst words he’s trying to find...
"Lord, forgive my over confident claim."
Anxiously waiting for good news’ delight
he's blissful with confirmation of flight
"Praise God,* poor is not my health
affirming physical wealth
freeing me against nervous lockdown blight.”
Cheerfully, he testifies of great gain
by losing much weight that causes heart strain…
“I’m joyous winner indeed
with triumphant loser’s creed
toward nutritious diet-intake reign.”
*Psalm 86:5 For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee.
March 19, 2022
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