Precious Lord The timer sounded long ago and I just sat here staring at my impossibly inept pawns silent wondering which move will inflict the least damage until forfieture became my only option and You waited waited like Regis asking, "Is that your final answer?" and finally I replied, "yes, sweet lord who holds my father in the sky, yes." Yes So swift and excellent your will your hand like a whisper moved me into mate
(I apologize for the crude poem above... I'm letting God fix my problems now and, as usual I stand amazed...)
