Nuke Oatmeal for cholesterol, fresh ground coffee, that’s my morning,
Hot shower, clean water, scented shampoo.
Read verses from my monogrammed-leather-bound bible,
Fed-ex drops a box on my doorstep,
Like the shoe I fear will drop,
The darkness I fear You’ll send.
Tension mounting in my shoulders, ever-present, this foreboding,
Storm brewing, rain coming, bad moon rising.
Hear the Ted talks speak to the wounds of childhood trauma,
Unable to trust their parents’ hold,
Locusts will eat up the crop,
The blessed season suspend.
Storm brewing, rain coming, bad moon rising.
Hear the Ted talks speak to the wounds of childhood trauma,
Unable to trust their parents’ hold,
Locusts will eat up the crop,
The blessed season suspend.
Drink rich beer, a chocolate stout, creamy pasta, what a dinner!
Dish washer, cushioned couch, full-screen TV.
Hope in God cries the psalmist to his despairing soul,
Breakers and waves rolling in on him,
He has made my feet to hop,
To a song thats without end.
Dish washer, cushioned couch, full-screen TV.
Hope in God cries the psalmist to his despairing soul,
Breakers and waves rolling in on him,
He has made my feet to hop,
To a song thats without end.
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