Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Pristine Cuisine #325
Pristine Cuisine To he that overcometh will I grant to sit and eat his fill Upon My Table that's prepared With dainties of which none compares Though all the finest of the world's Pristine cuisine be there unfurled Within My House and even more It won't discourage him for sure From tasting of the good I've done For he who's sought and found My Son And knows the moment that he hears it He's been filled and with My Spirit. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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Pristine Cuisine #325
Pristine Cuisine #325