"Moving Day"
by Monica Guzman
O Lord I pray to thee
To help me keep thine sanity.
As rain cometh on this day
When many cardboard boxes will be at bay.
I listened to that first rain drop
That bringeth me to an utter stop.
When all things art planned,
Art Thou ready to give a hand?
Thou know'st the distress
When moving day hath turned a mess.
Unto thy goodness I pray for clear skies
Before I lay me down to sobbing cries.
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