I should set a hymn as my alarm tune

I should set a hymn as my alarm tune. Something like this.

Go praise thou the Lord! It's seven o'clock!
You cannot afford to slumber ad hoc.
Five times you've hit snooze, and you've wasted an hour,
Forget your excuse, and go get in the shower.

Go praise thou the Lord! The prayerbook awaits,
its words unexplored, so get on your skates.
It stands on the shelf for the start of the day,
For Jesus himself rose up early to pray.

Go praise thou the Lord! Praise him in the morn!
You seem to be floored. You don't know you're born.
I ask you to get up at six and you're sunk
but just try your tricks as a friar or monk!

Go praise thou the Lord! Take heed what I say:
I know you've implored today's Saturday;
No more may you lurk with alarm clock ignored;
For praising takes work, so go praise thou the Lord!

Stories of mine

Someone recommended scribd.com, and the other night I uploaded some of my work there.

• Not Ordinarily Borrowable — you've probably all read this by now.  If not, you can read a fair amount of it there for free, and all of it for $2.  All the other stories are free to read.
• At the bottom of the garden — a story about children's understanding of magic, set in the same world as Borrowable with some of the same characters
• Penguins don't play piano — about the interplay between fantasy, ambition, and realism.
• Jack by the hedge — about nightmares, school bullies, and finding your courage.

You might enjoy them, and I always like getting comments, here or there.

So I was told

The Bishop said, "You celebrate
the mass an awful lot.
I've heard the other priests of late
suggest that it's a plot.
You have to write the homily;
you have to heat the hall
three times a day; it seems to me
the congregation's small:
there's four, or even fewer folk.
It's almost microscopic."
The Priest replied, "The Lord once spoke
upon that very topic."