Daily Meds

God will give me nothing today that me
And Jesus can’t handle.
My Sweet Lord

Don’t have secrets … they’ll make you sick.
Be slow to anger, you won’t need a stick.

Pray often, All day if need be.

Christ speaks of every real good
And every real joy
He’s not talking about
When girl meets boy
He speaks of something
a bit more everlasting
It comes from hard work
and maybe from fasting
From Love and Forgiveness
Of this O a, certain
’Cause He’s taken away
Most of my hurtin’