A Talk With The Lord About Thanksgiving
the seasons are changing...
Soon winter will be here, but meanwhile,
I have been listening to them brag about
turkey, cramberry sauce
And sweet potato pie,
corn on the cob, and
my oh, my!
Pigtails cooked in sauerkraut;
Collard greens with big pig knuckles
stewed tomatoes and okra and
hot yeast rolls ...
and then they chuckle,
looking at me out of the corner of their eyes
and I try hard not to cry.
'Cause I'm just setting my table
With hot dogs and pork'n beans and
I'm not going to worry about the turkey or the greens.
All by myself, anyway
So to me, thanksgiving is just another day.
Oh but I do thank you Lord, if I may, for just being here!
But why me?
I never did like playing solitare!
My man's death was untimely
This I don't quite understand,and
I am truly sad to the bone, but
as long as I have you Lord I am not really alone...
But I tell you Lord and you must agree
Being free, is not all its cracked up to be
and no other time,
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