It's not that I am over-reacting or anything, but the pics.xs site is still down and I am starting to worry that I might have to start all over again. Anyways this is my lunch break and I just so happened to have found this old composition that I wrote here in the office when I was still on night shift and I hope you'll find the heart to enjoy it. Thanks.
Peeping down the Venician blinds
I can see the cars go passing by
From way up here they radiate
The dark night sky
Its way past midnight
And its only my lunch break
I'm hearing silly pop tunes
From a top 40 radio station
I don't know exactly why
I cannot help but feel this way
That in each time I think
It makes me wish it was Sunday
Where I could here Your Word
Sit down with the guys
Turn to chapters and verses
Partaking at each word
But now is a Friday
Two days more to count
But it doesn't have to be
No reason for nostalgia
I know you're right here
With me by my side
With Your words kept hidden
In my once weary and broken old heart
I don't know exactly why
I cannot help but feel this way
That in each time I think
It makes me wish it was Sunday
Where I could here Your Word
Sit down with the guys
Turn to chapters and verses
Partaking at each word
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