It may have appeared that I did not have a poem for yesterday, but do not fear, I did have one! Contrary to the fact that I had plenty of opportunities to type this short poem up yesterday and get it post, I did not. So, here is yesterday’s.
Hungry I am, for my stomach turns
I want food, my inside it burns
Pray we must, before we do eat
Our daytime prayer, God we meet
Then we can walk out in the cold
To eat our food, hands out of fold