Only my yoke fellow
Could reproduce what
the Holy Ghost bellows
With a tone that echoes into chambers whether empty or full.
From throne to ghettos,
He leaves yokes broken and unsettled…
Provoking devils to be
evicted from tempting fools!
But this is just one dimension of his skillset and tools!
My yoke fellow breaks yolks in skillets, too!
Rightly dividing palettes for food with tallow infused!
From brisket to ribs
To chicken for men’s ribs…
Every flavor bursts and sticks like a squib
with hollow “hallows” in tuned!
In truth, other grill masters don’t want this smoke!
He grills faster than a punch to the throat –
Thrown by fathers grilling chumps who dethrone their daughters’ priceless worth.
With Bible chapters and laughter in tow,
This man’s meals evoke an after glow
That raise the status quo of the Father and Christ in the earth.
How’s THAT for some soul food rendered?!!
How’s that for “mete” that’s so soulfully tendered?
Those who enter leave so full and centered from Kier’s presence.
Serving up cures for the starving flesh
Is what Kier does when he’s harnessed his best…
Giving harvests the rest needed to reset for the next
appearance of heaven.
