Swiftly.
Because I had misread my clock I
Jumped out of bed an hour late.
In record time I threw on my clothes,
Slapped on my makeup and
Rushed out the door.
The Lord favored me with green
Lights and, out of breath, I managed to
Slip into the meeting for the last
Five minutes.
I sat quietly, trying to calm my
Racing heart and harried spirit.
And I tried to push aside my
Guilty conscience.
But I just couldn't help myself.
I felt compelled to loudly confess to
The group of gals, "I didn't make my
Bed."