Stuck
I’m stuck in the dessert.
Where do I go? Do I
Go left? Do I go right?
It’s just me and my phone.
Who can I call? My mother,
my father, my sister, my
brother. Or should I just call 911?
As I wait to get rescued
the tunes of the phone
kill the time.
I’m stuck in the dessert
Why so sweltered?
Who can I call?
Maybe it’ll be Jesus
1-800-PRAISE-THE LORD.
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