
May I Have a Word or Two
Lord if only you were somehow connected to a phone,
I would gladly ring and invite you to stay at my home.
I’d chat truthly about my mindset and ask you why?
I’d accept your reasons because you wouldn’t lie.
When I’m at my lowest I’m undecided at what I should do,
My shoulders are broad but their nothing compared to you.
Rumour has it you are a good listener and very kind hearted,
But with your wisdom I’d struggle to get the conversation started.
I wouldn’t ask you to perform miracles or anything,
Though I’m holding onto reality by just a fine piece of string.
I’d like to sit around the table and chat amongst ourselves,
I may even ask if there’s a heaven then why am I living in hell?
Do you really have all the answers or is it just a myth?
Like why do I have irrational fears I must deal with?
Everything we discuss would of course be private and confidential,
And if the devil decided to turn up it’d be just coincidental.
I don’t deny I do have my bad days, but I try not to be sad,
I pick myself up, go for a walk and realise things aren’t so bad.
Occasionally my moods change and form dark clouds in my mind,
I wait patiently for them to disperse so I can bathe again in the sunshine.
I struggle every day to decide which of the many faces I should wear?
Do I choose smiley, happy, serious, or sad or just don’t care?
Everyday is a battle to keep it together as the walls close in around me,
I turn to jelly as I’m about to be crushed, you must have heard my pleas.
Anyway, I’ve taken up enough of your valuable time already,
In the great scheme of things my problems must sound rather petty.
I’ve heard from others that you’re always there in our hour of need,
But I also appreciate the countless requests you get on your news feed.
I feel so much better for having got a few things off my chest,
I enjoyed telling you my story, but I do have one other request.
I’ve often wondered what it’s like to be over two thousand years old,
No pun intended but it's probably the greatest story ever told.
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