One day I was drivin'
kickin' and strivin'
just to be okay.
Found I was beggin'
up to the heavens
to take my burdens away.
"Please make it pass,
is all that I ask.
I'm beggin' and pleadin' to you"
"I just need the power
to make it one more hour.
Can you spare me a minute or two?"
Then I looked to the sky
and shocked was I,
but suddenly very proud.
For I found it quiet odd
that my buddy, my God
had painted all the clouds.
They were polka dot
and fiery hot
big ones and tiny ones all.
I couldn't help but think
Can the sky be that pink?
and what's with the polka dot ball?
I had been too serious
so he made me quiet delirious
with his great humorous wit.
I forgot I was stressed
and felt very blessed
and couldn't help but giggle a bit.
For when I needed aid
and I earnestly prayed
he got creative on me.
He picked up his brush
and in a hurried rush
he answered me artistically.
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