Smellin' Like a Whale Belly
By: Dave Palmieri
This poem is dedicated to a dear friend who is “waiting on the Lord.” It is also for all of you who read it. One thing God’s people have in common is, most of us, if we’re honest, do not excel in waiting
I hate this place I really do.
It’s dark as night and frightening too.
I can’t describe the smell to you.
I’m covered with this yucky goo.
How did I get in this awful mess?
God said, “wait,” I should have said yes!
But I had to handle things my way.
That’s why I’m in this place today.
It’s not a very pleasant space.
At least He’s got me here by Grace.
He loves me and he stuck me here.
So maybe next time His voice I’ll hear.
Thank God, I’ve wakened from my sleep,
it’s time for tea, and toast, and jelly.
I really have no desire to eat, because
everything smells like a whale’s belly.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
Cute reminder of not getting ahead of God. Be blessed and thanks for your comments on my article: An Open Letter To The President Of The United States…and yes, I did send a copy to the Whitehouse. Might have to take you up on that prison ministry thingie.