Biscuits
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Biscuits
Biscuits
I had a dream the other night.
God making biscuits was the sight.
This was confusing; I want you to know;
Watching as his hands kneaded the dough.
Seeing the way that he pinched off the biscuits;
He used just the right amount for the thickness.
He placed them on a sheet and wisps the tops with oil.
The oven set just right to heat up his precious toil.
Out of the oven, they cooled on a rack.
They would be changed when God came back.
In God’s hands, he exposes their souls.
Then he placed them back together with a pat of oleo.
Not all will receive God’s Holy pat.
Satan is around to see to that.
But we are God’s biscuits, not one better than the other.
We’re plain ole biscuits until God adds the butter.
I had a dream the other night.
God making biscuits was the sight.
This was confusing; I want you to know;
Watching as his hands kneaded the dough.
Seeing the way that he pinched off the biscuits;
He used just the right amount for the thickness.
He placed them on a sheet and wisps the tops with oil.
The oven set just right to heat up his precious toil.
Out of the oven, they cooled on a rack.
They would be changed when God came back.
In God’s hands, he exposes their souls.
Then he placed them back together with a pat of oleo.
Not all will receive God’s Holy pat.
Satan is around to see to that.
But we are God’s biscuits, not one better than the other.
We’re plain ole biscuits until God adds the butter.
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Re: Biscuits
Irv,,, I realized just last year I had an Aunt and Uncle in
North Carolina, USA. And a southern expression is "butter
me I am a biscuit". That is what this poem reminds me of...
Loved it my friend!!! tc
North Carolina, USA. And a southern expression is "butter
me I am a biscuit". That is what this poem reminds me of...
Loved it my friend!!! tc
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