Breakfast of More than Conquerors

3.  I have never had coffee from Starbucks.

2.  My favorite coffee has come from machines.

1.  I like to munch on coffee beans at the grocery store.

New fruit makes a perfect juice,

a better sweet promise believe,

poured by grace in sin's old skin,

Dead Adam, begins to stretch and leak.

Power has left me he sometime said,

That bent woman's blood suddenly ceased.

That night with agony wrestled,

Sweet mourning, whine darkened eyes,

Stretching the cracked sack of flesh

in great trouble, doubled with agony.

a message strong enough with might.

To remind his strength continue on,

wrestling the terrors within and without,

His whining forces stronger became

and great drops thick as blood

Fell falling to the earth.

His followers slept to the ground,

drunk with fear and warned.  He kept on

Grappled foul with darkened powers,

His brow feeling wrath's weight,

surrounding devil's mighty bands

their force and malice excercised all

to chase and hound his distracted soul,

wounded he prayed more earnestly

with stronger cries and tears and sweat

in such cold night, his brow bubbled

thick, gruesome drops, even falling, groaned.

Arising the sun, and crowed a cock, lifted eyes,

they lifted his skin above the crowd

and earth shifted, sky dark grew

and pierced his rib, the sack spewed dark

and light upon the rebel race.

Unless you eat this broken bread 

and drink this strange alien work,

you have no life, but dank rotting gut

old juice forbidden and death.

But this bread and cup he gives anew

fresh and lively bursting both

the gardens and wilds where we have

Slain container, the spirit anew

refreshes the face and earth supple

gives again what we cannot 

ever 

lose.

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Who on this planet has not had Starbucks, really.  Of course I have.  But I do prefer the machine (powder, syrup, I dunno, I just like it).  And yes, the cashier has told me I had grounds in my smile.