Plain Sailing

The holiday booked, A few days away.    
Those few days would tick by slowly,    
     
How did I know this?    
Because I had asked God,    
Asked him, As a favour.    
I felt he owed me from the times distant    
when he was kind of too busy help me out..    
     
I told him that I wouldn't waste a minute    
That I would send him a postcard.    
To remember it as if it were my last few on earth.    
I hope he got the message.    
I hope he gets the card.    
   
Dear Lord.    
     
We Haven't even been together,      
You know.. The bedroom thing.    
I guess that's one reason we're going away.    
To get acquainted on a more personal level.    
   
I've packed for such an occasion.    
Frillies and lace, What men tend to like.    
I hope customs don't pull me over.
I didn't pack with them in mind.    
Look the other way if they do, Please.    
 
Am I scared? No but yes but no..    
It actually feels as if it is just as it should always be.    
     
   
     
I feel eighteen all over again when I'm in his company.    
There's a light that just shines so bright when we are together.    
Obviously not as bright as yours sir..    
But I hope it never goes out all the same.    
     
     
Just one more favour lord..    
     
That's all I ask.