SAUCE AND CREAM

Verse 1:

Sauce

Me: Can I get a number 1?

Cashier: Sir, What kind of sauce would you like with that?

Pizza Sauce.

Taking my kids to Chuckie Cheese,

Humble me.

Mozzarella, to the blood red.

Spaghetti sauce with the marinara.

Meat sauce. Steph with the triple,

Splash bro. Meatballa’.

Finger to the sky. Let’s go.

All for Him,

Alfredo.

Order, enter Olive Garden.

Mount of Olives,

With the praying hands

Against temptations.

Fear no evil,

Rise up, you know dough.

Hey, that's my favorite sequel.

Sriracha sauce,

I put that on everything.

Kare-Kare.

Filipino sniffin’.

Momma what you cookin in the kitchen?

Ox-tail and a bit of tripe.

Apple Sauce.

Fruit of the Spirit, you know that’s ripe.

Heavenly taste, let me get a bite.

Steak Sauce.

Meat of God’s letter. Christ life on the grill.

I was given the spatula. Flipped Him.

Death to life raised.

Set apart, wounds of art.

Worthy is the Lamb, braised.
How would you like Him cooked?

Though I know His love, medium rare,

His glory. No share.

Embraced me with His open arms.

In the final day, You say, well done.

Special sauce.

No longer taste death.

Enter here,

Jesus the Way, drive-thru.

I’m going In-N-Out.

Animal style,

Death fried to a crisp.

Good news.

Sorry if you vegan,

Still your sins can be forgiven.

Salad dressing,

Just for you.

Sweet Chili Sauce.

What’s that for?

It’s my Lumpia.

Smile, That’s good for ya.

Soul Salsa.

Sold as an authentic mix,

Let me get the hot stuff.

Hot Sauce. Tapatio.

His Spread in the mourning,

Breakfast burrito.

Invite me over, past noon.

Barbecue marination of those ribs, dude.

Ranch, dip.

Dorito, that’s cool too.

The sauce, sweet and sour

At that hard hour when I see my sin,

Guilty offense in my conviction,

But His grace is sufficent.

Honey Mustard.

Word, sweeter than Honey

Oh you must not’ve heard

The story about this God-man sent down from Heaven

Sent me blessings thru His message.

Now let’s get to cooking, turn on the propane.

Whoa. Okay. Before the food, I pray.

Chick-fil-a. For the Lord, His praise.

Sunday, Monday.

Yeah. Cruising past Chipotle.

Wrapping all the pieces of the pain of my life.

He was shredded to pieces, so I’m alright.

He got me down on both knees.

Seated at the table with my fam.

We realized the power’s out of our hands in His house.

My life is not my own, when Jesus rose.

Here goes. Time to light up the candles.

Verse 2:

Cream

Cashier: Anything else?

Me: I want some of that cream.

Cashier: What kind of cream would you like with that, sir?

Take me to Nation’s,

Like Isaiah, we going to the nations.

The Gospel accounts for the time

Banana cream pie for the wife.

The church is His bride.

Cream of the Ice, as well, that’s real nice.

Blend that smooth,

Mixed fruit, I’m Jamba Juiced.

Protein Shake,

Now I’ll be dead to myself,

Deadlifts. Cheat meal. Icing on that Sweet cake.

But that character building

When I face pressure.

Deny myself,

Lord, shake my hand,

Holy hand gesture.

Creamed whip for my frappucino,

His blend keepin’ me caffeinated.

Crash and burn, no.

Gas-tank full,

Yes, I’m Christ-motivated.

Verse 3:

The Check

Can I get the check?

My meal paid for,

Was homeless, no food.

Bankruptcy of my soul.

Yo. His blood stripes

That’s the credit card swipe.

Stay woke on that vocal chord

Of the Adam’s apple.

Started from the sin tree.

Voices to fight the Lord,

Inside of me, All-encompassing.

Uprooted to a new seed.

New tree.

God gave me a new fruit.

Absorb His nutrients.

Fresh out the oven,

F. O. G. Fresh off the grave.

Bro, I’m simply amazed

From that Holiness glazed.

Went from do not eat.

Donut Dozen for me

Once upon a spiritual starvation,

Almost missed out on feasting forever,

From this plateless endeavor.

Guilty pleasure, no I won’t be punished.

Blood sauce,

Drop the mic, no.

Drop the Spirit, whoa.

Main course to His last words,

“IT IS FINISHED.”