Little Birdie

Belly, I have let you roam again
To Biscuitville, that evil villain.
It tastes so good, and feels so bad.
But it’s the best darn biscuit I ever had–

aside from grandma’s.

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Belly, you poke over my pants.
You assert your authority better than fire ants.
How can my mind be ruled by you?
How can my will be so consumed?
You are not so insurmountable,
But by myself, I’m incapable.

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Will I sit by and let the scale creep up?
Or will I let the Lord fill my cup?
Must my sides jut out like this?
Or will I rule with an iron fist?
Rolls of fat, be gone with you!
To Thy Word I must be true.
God, please come and rescue me.
From temptation I will flee.

In one end
and out the other
My tummy rebels
My guts run for cover.

Viva la spices
Regurgitate flavor
Viva tortilla chips
Heartburn is thy favre.

Why do I do this?
The answer is pure.
Te amo burrito
Rolaids is the cure.

Heavy heart…Heavy thoughts…Heavy eyes.
My soul is sad…My body aches…My spirit cries.

Grief floods me. Laziness pervades me. Pride imbues me.
Life, come rescue me. Hope, breathe into me. Truth, come infuse me.

The Lord of light is breaking me down,
humbling me before His crown.

My life is hinged on His grace.
I long for the day I see His face.

This sinful life I will leave behind
My carnal nature…flatlined.

Belly, you have faded once again
Into the background of my life.
You tried to steal the stage,
And the crumbs…
And the sauce…
But the floor
And the keyboard
Serve as my food catcher once again.