James Peranteau Poet Free verse

Hot Blessing

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          Blisters on my hands
            for the life of one 
                 such pain 

          The cook is my self
baked and served for his delight

        And the glory goes to
       Jehovah God Almighty





* 'bout noahson ;)

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Charmaine Chircop September 10, 2009 at 10:38 PM Do you need some receipes:)..thats an inspirational way to thank God for the food you cooked by your own hands..,i join to thank God for everything i do..cos yes the glory is to him...Charma

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen September 10, 2009 at 4:07 PM God is glorious, James. And your testimony of Him is inspiring. Lovingly, Dane SOUPMAIL

Carrie Richards September 10, 2009 at 1:07 PM Ouch....next time use the hot pad!! However, I'll bet it was delicious!!!!!!

Doris Culverhouse September 10, 2009 at 11:03 AM I like it, what did you bake?

Sara Kendrick September 10, 2009 at 10:22 AM Interesting penned words here. Not sure exactly what it expresses. Explain. Sara