Soup Up My Day
Maybe a roll in the hay,
That doesn’t result in dismay
Or an endless massage
in a hidden garage
transformed into luxury
where we escape from this drudgery!
There must be a way to hide
from the idiots, we’ve taken on this ride
and soup up my day with a mixture of play
How about a picnic in the park
without noise from the ark
An afternoon of conversation
that resembles God’s art
A place without children
who act like buffoons
scrambling like ants
thinking they are tycoons
carrying away crumbs
daily at noon
If we change our routine
maybe we won’t be seen
we can drop some food
then scoot to our hidden room
A place where we can stand
face to face
and discuss my current state of disgrace
Genesis 6, NIV
13 So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. 14 So make yourself an ark of cypress[ wood; make rooms in it and coat it with pitch inside and out.
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