The Blue Blahs

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© Jeanne E Webster.  All Rights Reserved.

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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.

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I once was strong and hale;

Now I’m flabby and frail.

I walked the satanic trail

Unfit now, I sure do ail.

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You see, been off my feed,

Partook of that bad seed,

Ate many tares and weeds,

And choked on worldly creeds.

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I walked down a wrong track

And tripped over a crack.

I surely caught some flack;

My spirit’s blue and black .

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You see…

The carnal body got fed.

Lots of loose paths led

To sins of absolute dread.

Now the spirit’s almost dead.

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It’s an insipid gray blue,

Too weak to even chew;

It needs to sip good brew.

How about some holy stew?

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As I dine upon the Word

The Good News has stirred.

My spirit again has heard

And gives wing like a bird.

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“Come–I will give you rest

…Let me enter as your guest.

…Lay your burdens on my breast

…And may your hearts be blessed.”

6 comments on “The Blue Blahs

  1. Delightful Jeanne ~ Amen :Y

  2. Fantastic & fun…

    Wing His Words,
    Pam

  3. Excellent description of the soul when we feed the body and not the soul. Good stuff.

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