Pecan Pie

For breakfast I leaned over the sink and devoured the last piece of pecan pie…a pie, which a friend had brought over…expressing concern that I was not being properly nourished while my wife was away taking care of her mother.
I couldn’t help but think how thoughtful and kind some people can be and perhaps I should work toward being more like that…as I licked the pie tin clean. I’ll start on that diet tomorrow.

Thank you, Lord, for pe-can pie.
Thank you, for friends nearby.
With all of this that I spy.

I can not maintain a dry eye.
It’s quite enough to make one cry.
When contemplating the By and By.

For you, O’ Lord, I can not deny.
You, O’ Lord, are my Rabbi.
It is you, O’ Lord, I hold on High.
Amen