I am ready for anything anywhere.
Full stomach or empty stomach.
Bad weather or fair.
Whatever I may lack.

I was tossing with toothache.
How I dread a visit to the dentist
One can’t let go of the ache.
Will this pain persist

Should I pray to a saint that is constantly bothered.
No I prayed to poor blessed Richard.
He never in his short life really mattered.
To play and to win he had no  ace card.

The toothache didn’t get any better.
But off to heaven I had sent a letter.

…….

At night we feel pain
We stay awake but we pray
And we feel better

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See  Philippians 4: 10-19