Prepare for Solid Food
I cannot talk to you,
As spiritual folks do;
Rather as a creature,
Of a corrupt nature.
With faith of an infant,
Having sinful intent;
I gave you milk to drink,
Hoping that you would think.
You had no solid food,
Since you still sit and brood;
Not thinking about the worth,
Of going through rebirth.
You are not set for it,
What you will inherit;
Influenced by these things,
That earthly pleasure brings.
You are not ready now,
To taste meat from a cow;
For whining and complaints,
And your tongue no constraints.
Avoid all the sluggards,
With the human standards;
So to finally eat,
Juicy heavenly meat.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Prepare for Solid Food
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