Grave News

Grave News
By Arley Steinhour 080314

Poor, poor, little me,
Used by God, so willingly,
My complaint is more, more, more,
Air or land, ship or shore.

Here I sit, in Hospital confinement,
Teaching my body Healthy refinement,
Once I am healed, they'll soon let me go,
Back to the world, I used to know.

The staff here is special, friendly to me,
A more considerate group, you'd never see,
They specialize in healing very sick people,
Like a Minister, beneath a Church Steeple

Should you feel the above may be misleading,
Your are so right, but just keep on reading,
Most are the type who to Church they do go,
Walking, or carried we'll steal the show.

Yeee-Haaa!!! And AMEN