I received a phone call from my wife while I
was at work, "Am I speaking to Mud" she said.
I said "What have I done this time,"
"You forgot to pass on a telephone message"
I think it's a man thing -Just as well it wasn't too important! But thinking
about it later I came up with this recipe
Take the soil of human frailty
Flood with the pure water of good intentions
Stirred with the paddle of someones misplaced trust
Makes your name mud.
Let
the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14
© Stephen Share 2006