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The Chef Of God
Click, click, tsch... pooof
The angel's coat is the purity
that seperates all great cooks
from the degree of security
With no emotional ingrediants
cooks the blandness in taste
fueling the oven of truth, slowing
reliving moments of haste
What's your hurry my son?
before you live you must learn
the importance of mental measure
to much greed and you'll burn
Grow your greenest of gardens
around your finest companion
and greatness will stir
filling full your starving famine
Your most gifted of talents
yet you may have forgotten
use the ingredients you have
before they spoil and go rotten
So just look at your menu
that you have selected for thee
what comes from the heart
serves of the maitre d'
only then, did the chef of God
walk through the doors of light
slipping off her teachings
with her coat of white
Forgive me my little chef
for your time is here
so prepare his meal
with a dash of sincere
and now he takes his time
serving the perfect plate
that has no fancy
but a taste that's great
He has seen where the demon sits
and where the angel stands
the bitter taste of life
that dirtied his hands
As the chef of God
poised and calm
left em' simple directions
"Be your best, love mom"
