Holy Hunger

[Verse 1]
Well, I sat down at eleven , all prim and polite,
Thought the preacher’d wrap up ‘fore noon took flight.
But he said, “Just one more point!” with fire in his eyes,
And my stomach started growlin to everyone’s surprise!

[Chorus]
🎶 Oh Lord, I’m hungry for Your Word, it’s true,
But also for a biscuit or a barbecue!
My soul says “Amen,” but my gut says “Snack!”
It rumbled so loud, the choir looked back!
"I’m dreamin’ of fried chicken, even a biscuit plain,
Before my gut speaks in tongues again!"
🎶

[Verse 2]
Sister Jean turned around, gave a side-eye glance,
As my belly sang bass in a food-starved dance. 
Preacher said, ‘Fasting keeps your soul from foulin’,’
(Meanwhile my gut is howlin’ and growlin’!")

[Bridge]
I flipped through the hymnal, found no relief,
Tried chewing the bulletin—just out of grief.
When he said, “In closing,” I clapped with cheer…
But he meant “in 10 more points y'all hear?"

[Chorus]
🎶 Oh Lord, I love You with all my heart,
But my tummy’s in turmoil, it's fallin’ apart!
I’m fed by the Spirit, but I’d still adore
A casserole line, baked beans and more.
So bless this sermon, make it short and sweet,
Cause my tummy says it's past my time to eat 🎶

[Outro]
When the altar call came, I stood with the rest—
Not to repent, but to digest!
So if you hear a growl in the quiet zone,
It’s just a soul and stomach both starting to groan!

🎶 Amen… and a slice of pie, please! 
And a tall glass of  ice cold sweet tea🎶

Lighthearted country tune