SOFT SCOOP

[verseode]

            SOFT SCOOP   

         I'm wrestling with the ice cream
         Inside this soft scoop box
         My spoon is bent,my patience spent
         I'm trying to outfox
         The barrier before me
         To get my just dessert
         I'll hack at that unyielding mass
         No matter what the hurt.

         But hey,where is my patience
         Why don't I let it melt
         Surely it will taste the same
         If time and me both dwelt
         Perhaps this is my problem
         Too hasty in my ways
         A martha living in my skin
         To be a Mary pays.

         So if I wait upon The Lord
         Instead of rushing it
         And let us melt together
         In a fusion,we will knit
         A tasty time of bonding
         And one that satisfies
         Oh Lord,please give me patience
         To delight in Your surprize.