While I’m stewing
Some black eye peas
2019 is the year
Where I believe
The promise of abundance of wealth
In him I would receive
But I know there is much work
In the kitchen of life
I prepare to roll up my sleeves
My 2018 lost
I must not grieve
Milk that has been spilled
Over this counter
I must counteract by learning
To place products in a better place
Where my heart could be more safe
The MOST HIGH LOVE ….
Contains fervent mercy and grace
In 2019 new milk and honey
Would be placed nourishment for the soul
Goals for this year
Surely you can hold ….
I know you are sweaty
High heat of the stove
Is much needed
Inhale your delightful aroma
Waiting for your blessing
Humbly to eat it
Faith in his covenant
That’s placed in your heart and mind
You shall always want to feed it
By Deon Ballard
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