To the editor:
When you want your eggs well done,
Will always have God and His Son.
I’m some sinner so very badly soiled,
Who sometimes has to be hard-boiled.
Now if I really have to egg you on,
We all will know that once upon,
A long time ago my Jesus, He did;
Had rock-rolled away from where He hid.
Sun dipped low and light did disappear.
All around, you could see so much fear,
But my Dear Lord did came back again,