What I Need

Should my sundae be a strawberry?

And a note I could never carry

Singing was hard to do for me

Which was terrible and you will agree.



Suppose sundae was upside down

And it had melted all around

Now to me it was not fed

And could not get out of my bed.



God why is there much misery

While it is hot and so blistery

With Son's food please do feed

And His water is what I need.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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