A dish was prepared a long time ago
It’s purpose was well defined by it’s creator
It was to be served only on the tables of marriage
But it’s aroma found its way out
Into the world of wickedness and pain
It’s taste is so satisfying yet deadly
It’s smell so enticing, yet choking
Its popularity breaks all cultural boundaries.
The world calls it a proof of love…. Rather than lust.
The children are excited to taste it
The teen agers secretly try a bite of it
The youths lust greedily after it
Our Parents are afraid to talk about it.
Yet each swallow kills us slowly
Both physically and spiritually
It’s power seems impossible to break
As the world creates various versions of this sacred dish
But One thing is certainly sure
The dish cannot be greater than it’s chef
The creator has made a way
For his creatures to survive his creation
He has made a way of escape
From my temptations and lusts
He’s given me grace to wait till I say “I DO”
Then He’ll me serve this meal
Just as it was designed to be taken....
HOT, SAVORED and FRESH
©June 2002.
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