Pity
Party
I
host a Pity Party
When
things are going wrong
The
guests who come are just like me
But
they don’t stay very long.
Feeling Sorry for My Self and Oh Poor Me
Are
always first to arrive
And
by the time Misery comes along
The
party’s really alive!
A
few hours in their company
Make
me feel worst than before
And
so I can’t wait for them to leave
To
reclaim the life I adore!
I
realize there’s no reason to fret
My
life is a lot better than most
I
tell my “friends” thanks for their time
And
invite them to get lost! **BJC**
Jesus
Loves ME!!
Yippee!!
