Me: Can I get a number 1?
Cashier: Sir, What kind of sauce would you like with that?
Taking my kids to Chuckie Cheese,
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,
Order, enter Olive Garden.
Mount of Olives,
With the praying hands
Fear no evil,
Rise up, you know dough.
Hey, that's my favorite sequel.
I put that on everything.
Momma what you cookin in the kitchen?
Ox-tail and a bit of tripe.
Fruit of the Spirit, you know that’s ripe.
Heavenly taste, let me get a bite.
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.
No longer taste death.
Jesus the Way, drive-thru.
I’m going In-N-Out.
Death fried to a crisp.
Sorry if you vegan,
Still your sins can be forgiven.
Just for you.
Sweet Chili Sauce.
What’s that for?
It’s my Lumpia.
Smile, That’s good for ya.
Sold as an authentic mix,
Let me get the hot stuff.
Hot Sauce. Tapatio.
His Spread in the mourning,
Invite me over, past noon.
Barbecue marination of those ribs, dude.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Now I’ll be dead to myself,
Deadlifts. Cheat meal. Icing on that Sweet cake.
But that character building
When I face pressure.
Lord, shake my hand,
Holy hand gesture.
Creamed whip for my frappucino,
His blend keepin’ me caffeinated.
Crash and burn, no.
Yes, I’m Christ-motivated.
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.
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.
Drop the mic, no.
Drop the Spirit, whoa.
Main course to His last words,
“IT IS FINISHED.”