![pexels-photo-4877840.jpeg](https://images.hive.blog/DQmQwxaexNjLmPLps2fsvMeugF3Q24XNSNX9nkzNMKxus73/pexels-photo-4877840.jpeg)
[[Source]](https://www.pexels.com/photo/clear-drinking-glass-beside-white-ceramic-bowl-with-food-4877840/)

---

*"Thou preparest a table before me,
in the presence of mine enemies"
Such honour, such favour,
Such elegance, such glamour,
That my God and my Lord,
Made me a feast.*

*Innocently called my enemies to feast,
But they obliged, as usual,
They got sad and angry.
"Who is he/she, that the maker
Of the world will do him/her this?"
My enemies didn't understand.*

*My enemies salivated, as I
Sat at the table prepared for me,
As I feast on the goodness of the flavour,
The favour on the platter of grace,
The wholesomeness of His mercy,
The gravity of His compassion.*

*My enemies were wrong about questioning my being,
They know not who I am,
They seem not to understand my relationship
With His Majesty. Maybe they will know,
As time goes on and they see me always in His presence,
Maybe they will know who I am to the King...
Well...they already know and God isn't done*

---

Thank you for your time.

---

**My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.**

*Still me*,

>My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

**Olawalium**; (**Love's chemical content, in human form**). *Take a dose today; doctor's order.*