I woke up late and jumped from bed.
(A bad start for the day ahead)
As time progressed, it left no doubt;
from bad to worse, this day turned out.
The car won’t start, so ‘Triple A’
showed up and towed my wreck away.
My washer broke, my p.c. crashed,
and I can’t get my paycheck cashed.
The ‘Super Drainer’ won’t unclog.
Our mail got eaten by the dog.
Dinner’s burned, my head is aching;
no rest yet, the baby’s waking.
The phone’s been ringing off the hook,
but I make time to read The Book.
And through these days I’ll slowly plod,
for my strength comes from God, Thank God!
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