I am humming that song.
That is the least I can do
with all the woes that I can see.
Woe, Woo, Woe, Woo...
Who am I to worry
when My Father is so patient
wooing?
Who am I to hurry
when He is ever present
couching?
You want me to listen to your tales of woe
So I did with a feeling of awe.
An awe at how you embraced that state
believing you are paying what you owe(d).
I cannot cry with you in sorrow
nor respond, describing my own.
Not that I have not my share.
Just that I am freed to bear.
Do you really believe that it is there
when you close your eyes in prayer?
(This came after our chat with Arlene, my elementary
and high school classmate. You are not far away. )
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