One day a little field mouse named Faith sat on her porch in the sun.
There came a shaking so great that things were falling and she began to run.
When it was all over and everything flattened, and things were all a-rye.
A weazle shook his head and looked in fear as he began to cry.
He saw the field mouse without a scratch as she offered help to each one.
Next time that happens, I’m going to your place. Look at me, I’m all undone.
You’re welcome anytime, but it’s not my place . . . . . . The address is Psalm 91.