South Texas Heat

One hundred and three seemed warm to me,
As the sun rose high overhead.
At a hundred and four, I couldn’t ignore,
The heat that I truly dread.

The temperature climbed to a hundred and nine,
And my knees felt wobbly and weak.
I thought to myself, if I were an elf,
A colder place I’d seek.

But what worries me, is this, you see,
It’s not the South Texas heat.
It’s the eternal flame, that’s not the same,
That I do not want to meet.

It won’t hurt my pride, not to reside,
In the place that’s hotter than this.
Far be it from me, to want to be,
In some infernal hellish abyss.

Thank you Lord, you’ve played your card,
And I must make the decision.
I’ll place my bet and not regret,
Because it is You that has arisen.

Amen.