Lord, take me home!
This world’s so full of woe
Sin and sadness all around —
Suffering abounds.
[…but where sin increased,
grace abounded all the more…]
Lord, how do I cope?
Please give me abundant hope.
Strengthen my song
And help me long …
For justice, peace,
Love and good will, until
All people love You,
And still ..
I’ll always long,
Until I can sing Your song.
[Another silly poem, and “first world” problem? Well, we need to laugh sometimes! Life can get a bit heavy. Blessings.]
Oh, I hate to wash dishes
But mama said I must.
But I hate to wash dishes;
I’d rather eat dust.
Oh, the dishwasher’s broken
Oh, what can I do?
There’s a pile a foot high
On the counter; it’s true.
Just put on some music
And sing my way through.
Dance to some verses
And tap to the tune.
Each verse that is sung,
The dishrag is wrung.
The clean pile gets higher
‘Til all of them done!
clarakatalin 