fhqwhgads

(pronounced: fa-hoo-qwoogads)

The title says it all.

A psalm for weary traveler

A beaten path it is I trod, difficult and many have been the trials I have faced, grating on the nerves.
Cannot I live through one day without the temptations of a selfish, carnal heart?
Cannot I pass through one day of this hellish journey unscaved by the lusts of my flesh?
Is there not relief for my soul in all the world for even a moment?
Yet, still I must push on, for higher a goal do I seek to achieve, to higher at road have I been called, to run in such a way as to win the prize at the end of this long road traveled so many times by those before me.
How long, oh, Lord, 'till you rescue me from this labyrinth of monotony, this hell of misunderstanding that is the world? When will it all end?
Yet, you answer, not with instant rapture, nor with a quick fix, but rather a drop of your infinite wisdom in your own perfect time, a small reminder of your amazing grace and a loving, correctional hand to guide me back to the straight and the narrow.
Show me, oh God, the way in which I should proceed in my journey to the end that I may fulfill the perfect plan for my life you composed and wrote before the begining of time.
Remind me, again I pray, of your perfect love, your beautiful grace and mercy that have save such a wretch as I that I may glorify your name above all else.
Show me the way

Z-bread t' go

Now I just woke up, a little fuzzy in the head
so I slap my alarm and then roll outta bed
As I stumble to my feet I'm like the wakin' dead
just wanna go back t' sleep, so I shake my head
as I shuffle out th' door slightly zombified
I start t' catch a wiff o' somethin', make me open my eyes
I smellin' freshly baked goods an' feelin' hungry inside
step into my Momma's kitchen an' t' my suprise

She makin' Z-bread, y'all
I cain't lie, it smells good
She make the best dang Z-bread in th' neighb'hood
She makin' Z-bread, her kitchen is th' place t' be
t' git yo'self a good loaf o' bread made with zuccini

I grab a loaf, kiss my momma on th' cheek an' roll out
peel the tin foil back, my taste buds are whiggin' out
I open up an' take a bite, an' without a doubt
I just git lost in th' flava, makes me wanna shout
Now, y'all might think it strange fo' a fella like me
to bounce offa' th' walls for bread that's made with a veggie
But that's just fine 'cause that means more fo' me
Now can I get me a loaf o' Z-bread t' go please

I luv my Z-bread, y'all
I cain't lie, it taste good
my Momma makes th' best Z-bread in th' neighb'hood
I luv my Z-bread, no matter how strange it may be
I like t' git a good loaf o' bread made with zuccini