This is a silly little limerick that I wrote years ago about Weebles, those cute, toy characters with the weighted, rounded bottom that never stay down long. A lesson to us all!
WEEBLES
A saint of God is like a Weeble®,
At times he seems so weak and feeble,
From trials that do make his face to frown.
But though he may appear to totter
As the battle grows fierce and hotter,
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!
Oh, how I remember the days of Weebles! In our walk with God, may we all be like these little toy figures and with God’s help, bounce back up when adversity strikes. Hope you have a blessed Labor Day.
Love,
‘lynnie
Oh I like those things! Cute poem. See you tonight.
-Your FAVORITE niece