Lord, shrink my body or stretch my clothes.
I’ve gained more weight and heaven knows
I’ve tried on everything I own
And can’t believe how much I’ve grown.
Lord, shrink my body or stretch my clothes.
I can’t pull up these brand new hose.
Where did I get this extra weight?
Is being fat my awful fate?
Lord, shrink my body or stretch my clothes.
I bend and just can’t reach my toes.
You know that I’d be filled with glee
If you could melt some pounds off me.
Lord, shrink my body or stretch my clothes.
This dress right here is one I chose
To wear to church last Sunday night;
It must have shrunk and I’m a sight.
Lord, shrink my body or stretch my clothes.
I know the answer, I suppose.
To you my problems I can bring,
But melting FAT is not Your thing.
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I think it's so interesting (and funny) that 449 people read this poem but only 2 left a comment. But I don't leave a comment on everything I read by a long shot so I understand. For those who read it and liked it and commented, I am grateful for the encouragement. God bless.
25 Jul 2007
Our daily prayer - shrink my body, but it just doesn't happen the way we want it to, Mariane; altho having a leg removed did take off 43 pounds, I'd rather keep praying for another way. This is a cute poem, well written as are all your submissions. It's better to say "thank you" and not mean it, than to mean it and not say it.
...........Hart and Helen Dowd
