I don't know why I didn't start it right away
Are homes were lit by Oil lamps
I've been working on it in my head for years
But on paper
It just doesn't look the same
I go to the ice box
To get something to eat
Why's it up to me? To fix everything
The world's it's own place
Not so discrete
But people continue to look the other way
Including myself
Let someone else be on the front page
The Lord works in mysterious ways
I'm here
"Sorry I'm late"
Bob Jenkens
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