My friend asked me again to share his poem with you. :)

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I pulled up my sleeves from my wrists

I straightened my back for the strength

I stretched my arms to ready,

For the job that was given to me

I cupped some flour over a bowl

I cracked some eggs along with salt

I poured the yeast and so the milk

The fourth time I have to do this today

My kneading hand is getting weak

From fingers,shoulders, elbow to wrist

The smell just as always, bitter

So is the taste of flour in the air

Knead it long enough it’ll be tough

Knead it lightly it will simply crumble

Though my motivation’s at its lowest,

Excellence is needed for a perfect dough

Thirty minutes I let it rest,

Ten more to let it cook,

Thirty more to let it cool,

Before I could actually cut it

Then I see it wasted on the shelves

Thrown away in the leftover’s bin

Still I should bake more in the morning,

Served again on the table side

Then I remembered the Bread of Life,

The grace from heaven for us to eat

Yet we ignore Him every single day,

We take Him for granted until now

In excellence He bakes Himself everyday

He is presented as fresh, good and free

Without fail He keeps on going

Without flaw the best we ever had

So what is a wasted bread?

For whom am I doing this for anyways?

I am doing this to be like Him

Never ending, never failing, excellent.