They had the perfect recipe
Or maybe so they thought
Come one, come all to see
This concoction we have bought
A perfect recipe we hold
We know just what we need
Please just do what you’re told
And a multitude we’ll feed
But when I was added to their mix
It was too salty to the taste
They worked hard to find a fix
But to them, it was a waste
Pushed away and to the side
Along with others found too bitter
I had tried, I cried
Would they ever reconsider?
But their recipe I did not fit
I guess I’m on my own
Does anyone give a shit?
I felt so alone
Suddenly, I was retrieved
By the ultimate Baker
I felt so relieved
I was in the hands of my Maker
Not to worry, He said to me
Perhaps for them, you weren’t a match
But I have a place, I guarantee
Because I cook from scratch
Your saltiness is what I need
To mix with those too nice
And those bitter, we agreed
Added just the right spice
He said there is no recipe
Nothing is refused
Just keep your eyes on Me
All ingredients can be used
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