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The Spirit Sings the Blues
by Jeanne E Webster copyright 2009 Jeanne E. Webster Help me! I can't get up! I can hardly reach my cup; I'm much too weak to sup Or belch a good hiccup. I once was strong and hale; Now I'm flabby and frail. I walked the satanic trail; Unfit now, I sure do ail. You see, been off my feed, Partook of that bad seed, Ate many tares and weeds, And choked on worldly creeds. I walked down a wrong track And tripped over a crack. I surely caught some flack; My spirit's blue and black You see The carnal body got fed. Lots of loose paths led To sins of absolute dread. Now the spirit's almost dead: It's an insipid gray blue, Too weak to even chew; It needs to sip good brew. How about some holy stew? As I dine upon the Word The Good News has stirred. My spirit again has heard And gives wing like a bird. Come--I will give you rest ...Let me enter as your guest. ...Lay your burdens on my breast ...And may your hearts be blessed. Shalom (Check out my new E-Book *** WOMEN OF THE BIBLE: A BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL GENEALOGY*** http://ebooks.faithwriters.com/ebook-details.php?id=546) Copyright Jeanne E. Webster A published freelance writer, editor/publisher of monthly newsletter for years. [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |