TROUBLING DAY OF REST
I have friends at church who love me,
At least I think so, but is hard to see…
I’m rarely there
While taking care
When exhaustion is too much for me.
Sunday is my one time to go,
To praise God with people I know…
Fearing a crowd–
Only ten–crying out loud,
Thay’s hardly a big group there,Schmoe!
Being borderline sick
And exhausted does the trick…
Hating my choice
With a raspy voice,
Afraid I’ll fall asleep at the stick!
Today, then, I stayed home,
Found that two days, Meds. were left home
I fancy bed’s
The best place for me at home.