It's curious to think how God made me.
For instance, unable to see.
Without tiny pieces of glass.
I mistake a slithery scaly stick,
for a snake in the grass.
While I sit, I hear giggles.
Embarrassed, I advert my eyes to the squiggles,
on the white lined pages in front of me.
I struggle to read them.
Finding mismatched words such as, "broplens" and "selvc".
Sighing, I place oval framed glasses over my eyes.
It's my turn to laugh as I look to the sky.
I read the page again, noticing I have "problems" of my own I need to "solve".
Instead, I lay down in the prickly grass,
appreciating God for the way He made me out to be.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
It's curious to think how God made me.
For instance, unable to see.
Without tiny pieces of glass.
I mistake a slithery scaly stick,
for a snake in the grass.
While I sit, I hear giggles.
Embarrassed, I advert my eyes to the squiggles,
on the white lined pages in front of me.
I struggle to read them.
Finding mismatched words such as, "broplens" and "selvc".
Sighing, I place oval framed glasses over my eyes.
It's my turn to laugh as I look to the sky.
I read the page again, noticing I have "problems" of my own I need to "solve".
Instead, I lay down in the prickly grass,
appreciating God for the way He made me out to be.
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