Sunday's children lift their voices
with all of creation and every blessed saint
to pray for bishops,
and those in danger and need.
Lord, have mercy.
Weekday children oversleep
and look for work
and pray like they talk.
Jesus, what kinda coach would call that play?
God, no, haven't talked in years, but she just friended me.
Lord, of all the days to get a migraine.
Jesus H. Christ, you got tickets?
God, he's your brother for Christ's sake!
God the font of all life, our thoughts are not as your thoughts,
our Thursdays are your millennia,
as with persons, you are no respecter of prayers.
So yes, have mercy on our families,
our deliver us from strife,
but what kinda coach would call that play?
Lord, have mercy. Amen.