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Counter high to momma in
the kitchen
Mixing and pouring batter all about,
She would more than often
most insist:
"Ya gotta throw the first waffle out!"
Being the firstborn of her
hungry brood
I wondered if, and being oh so brave,
When making waffles, she
thought of me,
Ladled out as well, from griddle to grave.
I have since learned that
God Almighty
particularly prefers the firsts of ones,
Pouring out His grace like
maple syrup,
As over every pocket it sweetly runs.
And I have chosen to embrace
His view,
the way He sees me, as My redeemer,
As a child saved through
His only Son.
Sorry momma, God says I'm a keeper.
John 14:6 |
