[Soaring Feather]

Er, one of those oooooops moments.

[NicknamedBob]

"Er, one of those oooooops moments."

Ooh--Ups

The sun’s shining brightly,
The dew has all gone,
God works on His time,
My alarm was not on.

A world perfect at seven,
With birdsong is great,
But I’m rumpled and drowsy,
And going in late.

God’s in His heaven,
And everything’s fine,
Except for the faces,
When I show up at nine.

NicknamedBob . . March 19, 2004