kneading the dough
We are kneading the dough,
Not with anger but with love,
With water of mercy though,
For feeding us; over and above.
We press it through thick and thin,
With a song of peace that adds to the taste,
Strength so soft it needs within,
Gently we finger; not any haste.
Look at the dough so nicely done,
Come let’s cook it or bake it for fun,
Hatred and hunger we do delete,
All are happy; all replete.
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