Another year’s past,
A large slice of 16,
With a little more pepperoni on it than previously,
Covered in the small moments and quite a few big ones too.

It had a warm tomatoey base,
Rich with family and godly brothers and sisters,
Yet it was oh so spicy,
It seems that the master chef insisted.

It was a good one,
And it appears that I am three fifths more now,
Stretched, rolled and risen in Christ,
But seriously he’s always pulling though.