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Dear God, Are You Listening?


Dear God, are you listening,
As I tell my tale?
Cos I have to be real truthful here;
I'm feeling rather pale!
 
When I wake up on a morning,
I raise my eyes above,
But not to have another chat with you,
Oh dear God above!
You see, I got on the scales to weigh myself,
And glory, oh dear me!
That needle's gone a little higher...
Than I really want it to be!

Then I have my breakfast,
And then I wish I hadn't ate!
Cos my body's on the big side now!
And I'm getting into a state!
So I pop onto the scales again,
But alas, oh woe is me!
That needle's in the same ruddy place!
And I ain't had dinner, let alone tea!

So there I go, raising my eyes up high,
Cos my body's just a pain!
I want to be a bit slimmer,
But don't think I will, not ever again!
So then it gets to lunchtime,
Oh blimey, here we go!
That needle on the scale's still stuck there,
And I'm looking a ruddy show!

So now it gets to teatime, again!!
And so I eat it and finish my meal!
And pass the scales in the bedroom,
Cos of the way I feel!
Then I pass the room again,
And espy them ruddy scales!
The way I'm going, I swear it,
I'm going to look as big as whales!!

But at least I'd be hidden in water,
But then, I'd probably sink!
Yep, I have to say it folks,
This weight of mine ruddy stinks!!
So I get on the scales again!!
After an argument with my head!
And that needle's still there, so is the fat;
It has to be ruddy said!

So I'm going to a Christening party,
And bought a lovely dress!
And certain I wouldn't get in it,
My heart sank, oh what a mess!
So I got it out of the wardrobe,
And shut my eyes real tight!
That's cos I didn't want to cry,
Cos I knew I'd get a fright!

And glory be, what a surprise,
It still fitted, my new frock!
I had to sit on the bed a while,
Till I got over the shock!
So now I think I'm on a roll,
To get this fat off really quick!!
Cos I have to say, I really hate it so,
And I'm feeling really sick!

Now though I may not look fat to others,
I guess to me I reall am!
They say its cos of my diabetes and chair,
Of which I'm not a fan!
You see, I can go at a real good speed,
As long as I'm in my chair,
But put me on my legs, alas,
And it really isn't fair!

So I know that I'm immobile,
But that's not my excuse!
It's the ‘excuse' of many who love me,
Yep, its just a ruse!
So one way or another I swear,
As I raise my eyes to God above,
And shout out, ‘Are you there God?
Cos I'm in need of a little love!

So can you get this fat off me God,
Just a little bit will do!
Cos I'm all a mess, I'm all a dither,
So I thought I'd chat to you!
Now if you cant get my weight off,
Can you help me out, cos you see?
I need to hate all chocolate, I do!
Cos that's not good for me!

It's not that I eat much,
But I do have a little bit!
But the way I am, like I say,
This frock is not gona fit!!!

Amen!!

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