When I’m Feeling Blue
Sometimes I feel so blue
I don’t know what to do
Go to my room and pray
Sometimes I forget to listen
God always has something to say
I open my Bible and read
I promise He tells me to make coffee
Yes! Why didn’t I think of this–yummy!
Exactly what I need!
I go downstairs and see them
All sitting so sweetly in their chairs
Their faces so sweet and chubby
Their hearts so clean and innocent
Their hands so rough and dirty
I love them so much, how could I ever be blue?
I make my coffee and smile in sweet reverie
Then of course they bombard me with their merriment
And a thousand requests for snacks and for tea
I love it. I do. My heart floods with glee
My God, with four little boys has blessed me!
🙂 Yes, of course, I wrote it myself, why do you think it has no pattern? haaaa!