There is a flavour of heaven
That others except you may tend to see
From your presence on day one till the weekend day seven
At where you are or wherever you find yourself to be
It is the flavour of a certain Presence
That makes the world go round
It is what makes things all so certain
In whatever zone you seem to be found
But I wonder if salt knows it's salty
Did it ever get to taste?
Perhaps that's why your place isn't faulty
And why your friends call themselves chaste
But you are one of a kind and it's lonely
Hoping to get even and have some fun
But for some specific God given reason,
He declares you odd in order to be number one.
But the power lies in the grain being alone until purpose is prepared and done
So take time, restore Eden.
Dear member of the Vine
The Husbandman is pruning
To ensure you grow just fine.
This is the flavour of heaven
That in chaos, there's found harmony
In gestation, there is patience
In the birthing of His life in me.
©BrothermanKNAN........🖋
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