Am I an idolator today
For to St Jude I have been known to pray
Patron of the Hopeless, the Outcast
I call on him to find my shopping list
I call on him when I have lost my phone
And long to hear my husband’s mobile groans
If this ignites distress am I to blame
The fires of love are what keep women sane?
I call on him while homesick though at home
Without my love the house feels empty, lone
Does God detest me when I pray for aid?
For these years, with suffering I have paid
Say or sing whatever suits your heart
We never gain the end if we don’t start
How my heart sings 