I am sitting looking out at a sunny hot day;
my chair is comfortable with a fan rotating,
rotating back and forth across my warm body.
I feel so blest and cool and feel sorry,
sorry for those who are not so fortunate to have such comfort.
So to all who read this thought, let us pray for the poor and sick,
that they will find shelter and rest and a cool place to stay.
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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