In the king’s palace,
My nostrils twitch
to plates bearing flavours
of many Colours.
But, I dared not feed my taste buds,
For my heart remembers
My Father’s words, etched in time:
“Food offered to idols is no meal for a prince.”
O prince !
Your King does not merely set food
He prepares a table
before you.
O princess!
Into His banqueting house,
His loving hands
lead you.
Omo’ba!
Why bow to one with a palace
When your Father
owns a kingdom?
Daniel 1:8, Psalms 23:5, and Songs of Songs 2:4
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