Laundry flooding the room,
Oh Lord help me, I'm doomed.I'm feeling so consumed
by all the things I gotta do.They'll never be impressed,
and now I'm getting stressed.Lord I confess, my life is a mess.
But even though the case is this,
I'll worship You with true bliss.No matter what You're Lord of all,
and I know that I've been called
to lift Your Holy Name on high
until the very day I die.
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PoetryWords I've thrown together to make up this thing we call poetry.