'Sweet In The Mouth, Bitter In The Stomach' Poem by Reynald Aquitar

In the morning, I rise and start,
For my tommy is hungry and hurt.
Wait! I will cook for my breakfast,
I'm happy to serve it with a heart.

Who is my transient provider for belongings?
He feeds me also growing at home.
A times I wouldn't cope my own,
A son from this world suffering on.

O' blessed you that have loving provider,
With counsel His words none can suffer.
The delicious foods strange in the table,
What a doubting heart taking this flavor?

The life grows and accept unexpected flows.
The one promised in full His cost,
He is now supplying my everything lost
The courageous words I meet Him all.