Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Could not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Poor thing! Do you
think he was wearing slippers?
This silly woman in her slippers had a great fall from the
attic stairs
She fell over backwards and was about to split hairs
But she stuck out her arm and smashed all her bones
Oh my goodness, you never heard such moans!
Thank goodness I didn’t have king’s horses and king’s men
I had Greenview nurses and wonderful doctor men
They are the ones who put me back together again.
For now I am living on pain pills and prayers
And the goodness of people who don’t put on airs.
The flowers, so pretty, so good is the food
All of this is elevating my pitiful mood.
I’m sorry for the poor fella who cracked himself up
He probably split his yolk
He should have yelled out to Jesus like I did
That’s no joke
I’ve learned in the good times and bad, the scary and sad
All you need to whimper is the name of our Savior
Don’t you know it makes Him glad that you thought of Him
first
And it makes me thankful that He never will waver.
It is time to end this little ditty
I hope you found it somewhat witty
Remember, I wrote this under the influence of drugs
But do not worry, they came from Walgreens
Not the street corner thugs.
I wonder if Jesus ever wore slippers; probably sandals. Whatever His foot covering, I know He never
slipped. He was surefooted in everything
He said and did because He walked so closely with the Father. I’m sure a lot of us slip here and there in
life, whether it be in tongue or thought, or whatever misfortunate thing we let
out of control.
I could have been a goner but He said “not yet.” Instead He has given me a time of rest
blessing me more than I could have imagined.
New friendships are forming, older ones are deepening. January 1st, I would have said
having a mangled wrist and arm was no blessing, but God, once again has brought
good from something that seemed so bad.
So I will try not to complain too much, for the blessings far outweigh
the pain. The devil might have laughed
that January night, but God is getting all the glory for this story!
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Thankfully, I can say
this is a repost! And after a year from the fall, I did face those stairs again
and conquered them and my fear. I just don’t wear slippers anymore!
6 comments:
You always bless, thanks.
A beautiful reminder of the truth that "the One we follow is surefooted." Love that! I am visiting from Tell Me A Story:)
Blessings,
Joanne
I am SO glad this is a repost, Kris! You know, I've broken two bones in my lifetime...both of them falling down stairs...
I second that -- so glad it's a repost. But such a good word - facing the situation again, even after a fall, is good for the soul.
I was helping my daughter move a few years ago a tripped over a tree root in the yard. Stuck my arm out to break my fall and broke my elbow. Knew it as soon as I landed! Old bones sure don't heal easy! =)
Thank you for sharing your slipper poem with us here at "Tell me a Story." I love you being able to make a poem out of what could have been a worse situation. I am happy this is a repost too!
I hate to fall no matter how far. Recently I tripped over one step and fell on my face. skinned face and knee, and scratched my glasses.
But I am all healed up now. Just need to get new glasses - soon.
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