God From Whom All Blessings Drip Poem by Lewis Eron

God from whom all blessings drip
Drip, drip, drip.
Heaven’s floodgates leaky faucet
Drip, drip, drip,
Hope for the poor — distress for the rich.
Drip, drip,
Drip, drip.

God from whom all blessings drip
On the healthy, on the sick,
On the fat and on the thin
If we’re good or if we sin
When we’re wet, we think we win.

Prophets, plumbers, pious priests
Pray that God’s blessings never cease
“Pity now the people stuck below
Their soul’s desire is a reliable flow.
Fix the leak in heaven’s plan
Justify God’s will for man.
God from whom all blessings drop
Make the steady ‘drip drip’ stop.”