Natania's Cookies

Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
The wind is blowing,
A storm is coming.
Standing over the mixing bowl.


Tiny hands reach up,
Are they ready yet?
Come help me make these cookies!


Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
The sky is darkening,
Doors are blowing.
Mixing chocolate chips in.


Tiny fingers
Wrap around the wooden spoon.


Baking cookies
On a hot and windy day.
In the distance
Thunder crashes.
Placing cookies on a tray.


Chocolate covered face
Licking the spoons.


Baking cookies
On a hot and rainy day.
The clouds break,
Rain pours down.
Watching at the oven door.


Eager eyes, eager tummy,
Waiting for a yummy snack.


Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
Rain pours,
Lightning flashes.
Placing cookies on the cooling racks.


Tiny feet jumping
Up and down,
Can I taste one?


Eating cookies
On a hot and humid day.
Watch the rain,
Watch the lightning!

Eating fresh baked cookies.

The Lord's Prayer

When I said “Your will be done”
I didn’t mean it
My mind asked for what was good
But my heart longed for what I don’t know

When I said “My daily bread”
I didn’t mean it
My mind asked for what was right
But my heart yearned for so much more

When I say “Take it all”
I mean it
Take my mind I can’t control
Take my heart that’s growing cold
Take my life that I can’t hold together