A Good Song Poem by tolu ogundare

the ingredients of a
good song, my King,
shall of Your Word be, of praise,
of worship, of grace, and of Love;
and of its seasoning shall purity be

it must of necessity be cooked
in a white spotless crucible
made hot-ready on the
fire that must not go out;
bringing forth hence a sweet
aroma of rich tunes enriching the soul...

but in these forebode days
of ours, and before our very eyes, gracious Sire!
the fire is strange, the
crucible is filled with
modern dirt,
the ingredients uncooked, the
seasoning has lost its savor,
and the song tasteless...

oh dearest King of mine!
of a good cook I am not one
I will but my very best give,
from the innermost kitchen
of my tendered heart,
to cook a song delicious
just for You my King...

do kindly accept this
little offer of mine.