The Most Perfect Pastry

You, my child, are a pastry;

A delicacy to behold.

Your sweet confection's a blessing;

Even now, when you're ten years old.

I could pair you with morning coffee;

But your glaze would dissolve; bittersweet.

I could sip some tea from a tea cup;

You'd grow stale as I watch it steep.

You are filled with a joyful spirit;

Lemon, Raspberry, Cream Cheese and more.

Appearing outside, as all of the others;

But inside, unique to the core.

I thank God for His infinite blessings;

He formed you with His own baker's hands.

Made you with the richest ingredients;

Now before me His fine creation stands.

You, my child, are a pastry;

The sweetest course God has made in my life.

Enjoy every day that He gives you;

Because you are the Creator's delight.

Written in response to Sunday Scribblings 2 writing prompt "Pastry "...