This week I got to take care of Markus out in Vancouver during the day.
–And might I say, he is the cutest baby in the world. He is just learning how to walk, or maybe I should say, he is just deciding to walk. He has been able to walk since September,
but he chooses not to. Now I guess people aren’t picking him up as much as he likes. He is also starting to talk more, and I’ve tried teaching him words…without much success. I thought It’d be great to teach him how to say “Crazy!” But he just can’t quite pronounce it. But he learned how to say “Poo”….Okay, so it was after Winnie the Pooh his teddy bear…but he sure liked to repeat it.
Poo Poo Poo….
On another note, I finally got to go to the T shop on Broadway and replenish my stash of rooibos. Not that anyone cares. But it sure made my week.
And it was a grand week.
Gods Kingdom is for models
For the elite and well-to-do.
Gods kingdom is for superstars-
Gods kingdom is not for you.
Only Gods true children,
Get blessed with special things–
Like motor boats, and pick-up trucks
And enormous diamond rings.
At church we plan great parties,
Where we eat and drink and chat,
And tell each other all the things
That we are better at.
We never are in danger–no,
God shields us from the outside life.
We can not raise a finger, lo–
It might cause us some awful strife.
Gods children are the choosey ones.
Not chosen–we chose him!
And this club He is the center of–
- It’s hellish to get in.
We know we are above all else,
Heck, even God himself.
And maybe after a little while,
We’ll put God on a shelf.
We’ll still plan our great parties,
We’ll still boast about our wealth.
And we’ll pity those with ugly clothes
And the poor and sick in health.
“Gods Kingdom” is a special club–
We named it after him.
But now that we have kicked God out,
It’s feeling rather grim.