Lil' Ammon wears patches on his head
While MamaStef's "hold up" by his bed.
She and we are hopin' that z's commence
Along with lots o' quakin' to end suspense.
Lord, we're askin' for a lightnin' bolt
Somethin' akin to an earthquake jolt.
This mob o' mamas is stormin' Heaven's gates
Lots o' prayin' is just one of our traits.
So please reach deep into Ammon's brain
And give him a seizure minus any pain.
How 'bout a big one with major watts
One with ups & downs that graph unruly spots.
On Your mark, get set, Lord, we're standin' close by
With tear buckets ready for a celebration cry
Please let voltage roll with supernatural force
We boldly come to You -- our only Source!
In Jesus' name...
-Wanda
(Written by one of Ammon's cheerleaders named Wanda Goodwin. He is so blessed to be loved by so many.)
