God’s Soup

Our God Himself made human soup
A brew with none outside the loop,
It’s all of us inside this pot
And what a smell, He made a lot.

He made this soup in wondrous ways,
With some folk straight while some are gays,
With some folks black and some folks white-
God is the chef so this is right.

God’s soup this is, and what we are
Together whether near or far,
The boiling sound, His beating heart,
Ingredients, we play our part.

But evil comes like chemistry
To tear apart God’s soup I see,
And if we people are not mixed
It’s not the soup that God has fixed.

So don’t forsake the spicy blend,
You’ll cook ‘till you become a friend,
And if you let Him get this done,
You’ll find that being soup is fun.

John H. Bidwell