Friday, February 8, 2008


There is something rising

Upon our spare room bed

I move it in the sunshine

And then I burp its lid

Don’t want to get your hopes up

Don’t want to make you drool

But when you get home this evening

It will be waiting for you

(can be sung to Stayed Upon Jehovah)


Bob said...

No, my dear --- "Bread of Heaven"

joyce said...

glad you liked it ! Time to make some more.