Thank God It's Friday
Yes in deed thank God on each and every single day
Some find that odd, ridiculousness in every word I say
But when Friday comes along they proclaim it loud
To me that's like a song one that makes me so proud
Oh they don't recognize it even as they speak
But on something they have hit in so acting as meek
For shall you become as such by saying this one little phrase
As within this He could touch as the Lord works in mysterious ways
And once a week it was repeated in such a simple way
Not one single word deleted or any inkling to betray
And every week after week and every year after year
These words he would speak and speak so loud and clear
But once retirement came no longer needing this refrain
He didn't speak of His Name but only out of utter disdain
I miss hearing that sound as trite as it may seem to be
I know he wasn't found but he was starting to see
Thank God it's Friday!
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2013
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