G-d likes Tablets, washed in the Red Sea

The impaired keyboard  likes my voice I’ m told
I wonder if I ‘ll write an elegy.
It cannot see, but yet it is not cold

It’s not disabled,  keys look bright as gold
Maybe this will write a poem for me
The impaired keyboard  likes my voice I’ m told

As long ago the prophets had foretold
G-d likes Tablets, washed in the Red Sea
t cannot see,  so is the water cold?

I like on grassy slopes to lie and roll
Would a Tablet suit my malady
The impaired keyboard  likes my voice, you know

The keyboard fits my phone plugged in the wall
Is there  no  more help or remedy?
I cannot see, but yet I am not cold

I want a hybrid child  born out of me
The keyboard will fill in as family
The impaired keyboard  likes my voice I’ m told
We cannot see, but  neither are we cold