A Poem 4 My Daughter
Beauty and wisdom and godliness all together in one bowl
With the right amount of pressure
Her glory will be told
For all these ingredients
Are needed to make this blessing
So as they cook in the oven of testing
Please my daughter, please, don’t miss the lesson
In due time you will see
As you stand on the ocean’s shore of uncertainty
That YHWH is good
Isn’t His name I AM or I WILL BE
Where can you go
Where He won’t see
So
Stand up
Shoulders back
Pick up your head
Let the tears water the garden bed
Here come the fruit needed to make this blessing
Hmm…what should I call it?
“My love for her is religious and beyond fulfillment.”
