God’s ten minutes at two-thirty

The Lord said to my Lord,

“Sit at my right hand and I’ll make your enemies your footstool.”

They shook hands and then He turned to me.

“Glad you could make it. We need to talk.”

Whoo boy, here we go.

He came around and sat on the edge of the desk.

“How are things going?”

Great. Fine, yeah good, no real good.

“The wife?”

Super, yeah. You know, tough as nails!

“The kids?”

Oh sure, ditto. Chuggin’ along. Thanks for asking.

“You got me a little worried.”

Me? Ah Boss, don’t put Yourself out. You know me,

I’m a little slow, but I bring it around.

“I guess.”

Hey, who’re we talkin’ to here? I’m Your guy!

“Yeah, I know, I know. But still.

You got me worried.”

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