You can knead slow, some stir fast,
Some will mix the dough so slow
Some will hit them to make them glow
Some light the flame, some make it last,
Some walk the rain, some ride the sun,
But somehow we all get it done.
I’ve seen hands that shake, hands that heal,
Hearts that doubt what they can feel,
We burn, we learn, we lose, we find,
Different roads but the same design.
It’s not the steps, it’s where they lead,
It’s not the way, it’s what we need,
And every scar, and every turn,
Is just another way to learn.
We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite is something true,
A taste of me, a trace of you.
And though our fires never burn the same,
The warmth they give still knows our name,
We take our time, we spill, we stray,
But we all make bread our own way.
Some sing loud while the pot still boils,
Some stay quiet through the toils,
Some build peace from broken strings,
And call it life the song it brings.
The dough will rise when it’s ready to,
No clock can rush what’s meant for you,
And every hand that’s tried and failed,
Has left a story on the trail.
It’s not the steps, it’s where they lead,
It’s not the way, it’s what we need,
And every wrong that turned out right,
Was just the path beneath the light.
We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite is something true,
A taste of me, a trace of you.
And though our fires never burn the same,
The warmth they give still knows our name,
We take our time, we spill, we stray,
But we all make bread our own way.
So here’s to the cracks, the spills, the slow,
To all the ways we rise and grow,
No map to read, no rules to keep,
Just faith that wakes when dreams fall asleep.
We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite still feels like home,
A journey baked from flesh and bone.
And though our ways will drift and stray,
We’re all still rising day by day,
Different fires, the same bouquet,
We all make life our own way.
Some knead slow, some stir fast…
Some will mix the dough so slow
Some will hit them to make them glow
But somehow, we all make it last.