Down Trouble Street

Down Trouble Street

I’m whittling, whistling,
tapping happy feet,
kicking an old can
down Trouble Street,
lolling, loafing,
driving doubt berserk;
I’m giving God time
to work.

I’ve been to Throne;
my help is on the way,
so I’ll just let this hammock
swing and sway;
‘cause worry is one task
I’m going to shirk –
I’m giving God time
to work.

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