“The Sky is Full of Helpful Life”
As I gaze at the beautiful blue sky,
I wonder how… high is high.
As beyond the white puffy clouds in space,
A peaceful, loving area with much grace.
It holds planets, stars, and many of my wishes;
I know because I’ve given them over my food dishes.
Granted, my cooking is not real all bad;
But sometimes it’s awful and really sad.
So, when I see the sky and its beauty above,
I ask God to give me his magic cooking gloves.
Hoping that my meal smells and tastes, really tasty
And not gooey, slimy, dry, or even like Elmer’s glue and pasty.
If my dish turns out to smell good and tastes good too,
I then gaze at the sky and that beautiful blue…
And say, “Thank you, God, you’re a great guy.”
My food turned out, great! “Do you want to try?”
Your gloves worked wonders, I want you to know.
No burnt blue smoke or Elmer glue food, I did it right, so…
I’m once again gazing at the white, puffy clouds in space;
Eating my meal, talking to God, for sharing his loving grace.

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