Famine or feast

Sitting on the front porch with my sweet Marilade
Working out expenses no honest man can pay
One is from the landlord the bank done
Sent me two
As for me, I know down deep what I got to do

Famine or feast, I'm on my knees
Looking for the answers to things I can't see
Times of jubilation waiting for release
Time we all pray to the Lord--famine or feast

Things have happened lately car is in the shop
Riding on the cross-town almost at the stop
Staring out the window into the night outside
I have to tell you honest, I sat right
There and cried

You may say, time to
Pray is every now & then
I tell you twice, Jesus
Christ--He's no fair-weather friend

My best friend's a doctor, how he
Has been blessed
Drives a new Mercedes, and always has the best
Thursday nights you'll find us studying God's word
We both hve our reasons for praying to the Lord