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 © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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