Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 39
Forgive our want--
A yummy croissant,
Instead of a just savant
To being mind's commandant.
Supply our needs,
Not considering our deeds,
The troubling fiery care bleeds,
To water hunting desire's pure seeds.
Forgive the delight,
Foaming up in its might;
To reconcile in order to spite,
Dad, win its logic over out of its sight.
Supply us the treasures,
With big shared pleasures,
Beyond our viewing measures,
In its canal possible adventures.
Forgive the pain,
Drop the striking cain,
Let its power grow in vain
And let loose the holding chain!
Supply us the gain,
Open the reservoir's rain;
Wash away our silent complain,
Energize Your praises hearty campaign!
Forgive the good crime,
That is as sweet as lime.
Started long through mime,
Growing wings to fly in grime.
Supply us the good time,
The one that is so sublime,
That pleases You as we climb,
The goal's ladder to the full prime.
Forgive the school,
That makes us so drool,
Posing problems real cool,
To refine us into a fair jewel.
Supply us the tool,
Not to appear a fool,
And be drown in life's pool,
Rather be able to get life's key, rule.
Forgive the tease,
Supply us peace.
Forgive dream,
Get reality to redeem.
Forgive slave that are brave,
Supply freedom and cover up grave.
Forgive the feet,
Supply clues to retreat.
Forgive hope,
Grant grace beyond scope.
Won't You forgive the leaders,
Enslaving the awesome readers?
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