Bad Cold by Shel Silverstein

  This cold is too much for my shortsleeve. Go get me a Kleenex--and fast. I sniffle and wheeze And I'm ready to sneeze And I don't know how long I can last.... Atchoo--it's to wet for a kleenex, So bring me handkerchief, quick. It's--atchoo--no joke, Now the handkerchief's soaked. Hey, a dish towel just might do the trick. Atchoo--it's too much for bath towel. There never has been such a cold. I'll be better off With that big tablecloth, No--bring me the flag off the pole. Atchoo--bring the clothes from the closet, Atchaa--get the sheets from the bed, The drapes off the window, The rugs off the floor To soak up this cold in my head. Atchoo-- hurry down to the circus And ask if they'll lend you the tent. You say they said yes? Here it comes--Lord be blessed-- Here it is--Ah-kachoooo--there it went.

What the LORD makes good to me

The LORD has promised good to me:
Forgiveness of my sin;
His rescue from the deepest pits,
and healing without, within. (Ps 103:1-4)

Understand and know the LORD
Who love and judgments make known;
Holds wisdom, might and wealth from me,
As all these are His own. (Jer 9:23-24)

We know God calls and works His plan
In those whom He did choose;
These show Him love and on their behalf
Works all things for their good. (Ro. 5:8)

The Word of God is a two-edged sword
That pierces in between;
Discerning gossamer threads of being,
that none have ever seen. (Heb 4:12)

copyright, James K. Wilson, Jr., 2006.

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