Having a rotten day,
you know the kind I mean
when all you want to do
is pull your hair and scream.
Feeling like a Ferris wheel,
never know when you’ll stop
but, you’re pretty certain
it will be at the top.
Nothing’s working out,
things not coming together
feel like a volley ball
without a strong tether.
Can’t catch your breath,
with all the running around
spinning in circles
just like a merry-go-round.
Well, I understand,
really I do . . .
some day’s I get woozy
just like you.
But, I have a sure cure,
for every kind of bad day
before I get up, I look up . . .
and to God I just pray!
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Psalm 121:1
“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.”
King James Version
by Public Domain
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Deborah Ann Belka
August 2nd, 2018 at 6:05 PM
Reblogged this on Madison Elizabeth Baylis.
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August 4th, 2018 at 9:21 AM
Thank you so much Jeremy for blessing me with a reblog of my post 🙂 ~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
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August 1st, 2018 at 12:01 PM
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