Restlessness fills my soul
hunger deep down gnawing a hole
like a junkie needing my next fix
I look through the cupboards for a healthy mix
of something sweet and something chewy
something chocolaty and gooey
But stopping myself in the knick of time
don't want to face the mother of all diet crimes
hiding and eating stuffing my face
eating things just for a taste
eating junk yet not filling me whole
when it is Jesus I need He is the food for my soul
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