Rice and Cakes

As a little child playing with sand and clay,
I cooked sand as rice and molded clay into cakes, pots and animals.
We exchanged stones-cum-eggs for paper-cum-money
And it was pure fun.
Little did I know that I would ever be paid for playing with sand and clay,
Little did I know I'd one day work in a kitchen
Where the only things we cook and serve are sand and clay
Only that now they are consolidated into rocks.
Yes, I am a geologist, working as a mudlogger.

Like An Eagle

Like an eagle we shall rise,
When the Lord comes acalling
And the archangel the trumpet asounding.
We shall soar and go meet Him in the air.
He will be very happy to see us
And we will be so glad we make it.
I hope to see you there in the air
On that glorious day Christ comes acalling.