Donut Whole

I heard there is a donut hole,

Though all I see is air.

The dough right in the middle

Of my donut isn’t there.

But I believe that somewhere

There’s a yummy ball of sweet,

That my holey donut here

Will someday get to meet.

I’ll see that all the wholeness

I’ve been promised through this life

Was not an empty space,

But a holy sacrifice.

That He who bears the holes

In His hands and in His feet

Will fill in all the gaps,

And I will not see defeat.

I think that He is baking up

Some donut holes for me.

When I’m free from this empty world

He’ll bring me a sweet treat.