Routine

Fit's of rage were at hand.
He sat by and held my hand.

I screamed I yelled and cursed His name.
He stood by and loved my name.

I drank, and danced, and fooled away.
He kept calling me everyday.

I scrimped, I scraped, and I fell away.
He picked me up and carried me away.

I sat I cried and cried all day.
He sat and comforted me always.

I love I sing and praise His name.
He sit's and waits and loves my name.