|
A SOUTHERN
BLESSING
Bless this house, oh
Lord, we cry.
Please keep it cool in mid-July.
Bless the walls where termites
dine,
while ants and roaches march in time.
Bless our yard where spiders
pass
fire ant castles in the grass.
Bless the garage, a home to
please
carpenter beetles, ticks and fleas.
Bless the love bugs, two by
two,
the gnats and mosquitoes that feed on you.
Millions of creatures that fly
or crawl,
in the South, Lord, you've put them all!
But this is home, and here
we'll stay,
So thank you Lord, for
insect spray.
|
