In the morning light, when the sun ascends,
A heavenly aroma fills the air, my friends.
It's not the church bells ringing, oh no,
But the sweet siren call of the sacred donut's glow.
In the beginning, there was dough—soft and yielding,
Kneaded by hands with devotion, love revealing.
The baker, anointed by flour's touch,
Shaped circles of grace, oh so much.
Glazed glory, dripping like manna from above,
Golden rings of redemption, a taste of divine love.
Each bite, a revelation, a revelation sweet,
A holy communion where hunger and joy meet.
In the wilderness, the devil tempted,
"Turn these donuts into stones," he attempted.
But the faithful resisted, mouths watering,
For they knew the truth—the donut was their offering.
Jelly-filled prophets spoke of purpose and delight,
Their centers bursting with revelation, shining bright.
Chocolate custodians guarded secrets untold,
Filling the void within hungry souls.
Glazed glory, dripping like manna from above,
Golden rings of redemption, a taste of divine love.
Each bite, a revelation, a revelation sweet,
A holy communion where hunger and joy meet.
And as the day wanes, crumbs remain,
Testaments to the feast, the sugar-stained refrain.
So let us raise our donuts high, proclaim,
"Blessed be the pastry, in Jesus' name!"
Amen.
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