Sometimes the greatest laugh we can have we just have to share, and that is what this
poem is.
Katy called,
she's learned to recite
the twenty third psalm
so she thought she might
tell it to me on the phone
so here I sat, all alone,
and listened as she spoke to me,
wasn't long before I was laughing
through tears ,
you see,
she has a problem with
a word or two
I couldn't hardly speak
when she got through
Thou "repair est" a table before me
she said
You "ignited" my head with oil,
(Lord, I'm Dead)
I "DO WELL" in the house of the Lord
forever
Father, please let it be
that she always "Do Well"
Living for thee.