A Creature of Crumbling Clay
At lunch I sometimes get looks and stares
When I bow my head to say my prayers.
Do you really talk to Him, the Almighty Fellow?
Do you really pray over your bowl of Jell-o?
Yes, we must be grateful for even the little things
If we expect to be guided by the Truth that rings.
I truly believe I must petition the One up obove
Because He gave me this life and filled it with Love.
And if I failed to ask for his forgiveness each day,
How could I stand...a mere creature of crumbling clay?