my MISSION on SUNDAY

So yesterday was Mission Sunday... service was a little _______ (fill in the gap). Anyways, a thousand thoughts was going through my head (as usual), and a smile came to my face when I remembered Dobs' Hotel Insomnia It's a friend's idea... he created the page where all insomniacs (and I'm becoming one) can hang!

While I was thinking of this online for-insomniacs hotel and some of the crazy daily customers, I scribbled something at the back of my sermon note (again). And I think I should be posting this on that page right now and not here... oh well! *shrugs*

The queen seeks sleep
But sleep has become the enemy
Victory is not sure
The chariots of the kingdom can do naught

The queen tosses and turns
Forced to project a million thoughts
How can she conquer this foe?
That has caused her eyes not to close

The king's hands are tied
Cluelessness causes him to sigh
What shall we give to sleep
For it to agree to visit

Lullabies have no effect
Foot massage can't the restlessness suppress
The chambers are lit and alive
Till sweet sleep arrives

***I didn't even know I was writing until I was done...

>>> Back to Mission Sunday, y'all should give to the poor when you can, millions are suffering and the Lord loves a cheerful giver! Maybe a picture will touch your heart, yeah?:

hEaDacHe

Dear dear headache
This is the wrongest day
For you to come and rain
On my colourful parade;

Head is ticking
Like there’s a time-bomb in it
Scalp feels like it gonna peel
And take to its heels;

Please, just stop grabbing my head
Stop being such a pest
Attacking this part that stands on my neck
Don’t make me seek pain-relief, mehn!!!

My Lost Ring

Oh dear ruby ring,
How I miss thou;
All I wanted to do was sing,
But I had to struggle, bend and bow;

Amidst the crowd and commotion,
Trying to stand straight even with the nausea;
Unsettled was the description of the situation,
At that point I no longer wanted to be here;

Then came the time to assemble,
I wondered what the rush was about;
Peeps pushing, I could crumble,
My body was in a state of drought;

Little did I know I wouldn’t get past stage one,
That I would also lose you, my precious;
I finally got into a room, thank God!
I gulp the clean air so superfluous;

That was when you called out from afar,
“Mama, mama, I’m gone, miss me, miss me!”
I raised my dainty left hand,
What I saw almost made me weep;

I saw nothing! You were gone,
How you fell off, I cannot explain;
But they called on me and I had to move on,
To no one I could complain;

None has replaced you and none can,
My jewellery compartment is incomplete without you;
So is my middle finger,
Promise to never forget you.