Most everyone in this world has a plate of food to eat.
Each plate has an equal portion of food.
Some people have added their own treat.
To each person, their serving tastes really good.
There are some people who eat only part of their share.
For to them, the rest is distasteful and rotten.
They pick and choose certain parts, without care
For the feelings of the Master Chef, the One who is begotten.
The Chef has served this food to be eaten in full,
The side dishes to be considered along with the main course.
For they provide essential nutrients, so do not annul
Them, even though to you they seem unappealing as the hind end of a horse.
There are also others who bring their own dish,
Adding to the serving they feel is not enough.
The Master Chef said not to do this,
For it will spoil the main course, to chew it will be tough.
So clean your plate before your life's work be through.
Eat every bite, and be satisfied.
Then, the Chef will smile upon you.
You will forever be dining with Him and be sanctified!
Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem