If I were a Pizza
my prayer would be
that God put everything He loves on me.
If I were a Steak
I would simply ask
to be tender enough to handle His Tasks.
If I were French Fries
I'd want to be golden
so His love could shine through me.
If I were a Shake
I'd want to be thick
so nobody's words would hurt me so quick.
These are a few of the foods I like.
If God were the chef, He would fix them right
so I'm asking God to prepare me too
for everything He would have me do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem