The Problem With Friday's
The problem with Friday’s
Is as I do my emails
I forget how to spell Wednesday
And all my confidence fails
It’s a perplexing condition
When you can’t figure out what’s the cost
And all your balancing actions
Have all seem to been lost
Take a walk down regret lane
You’ve seemed to have wasted a week
And the secondhand circling
Makes you remember what
You forgotten to seek
Put all conditions and failures
On resolutions long list
But there’s always a success
If your Dear Savior you’ve not missed
Press on to tomorrow
We all have a last chance
To capture complacency’s comfort
And be in divinity’s romance
Where there’s no moment to idle
No situation to drear
We are learning to follow
Our Dear Lamb God
Whose voice we all love to hear
June 2014
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