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Posted by on May 6, 2016


In a little country church an old farmer stood to pray
The young preacher listened quietly to the words he had to say
He said, “Lord I hate buttermilk, it tastes so strange and sour
And Lord I don’t like lard and I don’t much care for flour
But when you dump them in a bowl and mix them all together
Bake them in an oven hot, it couldn’t get much better
I love biscuits Lord, with gravy, jam or honey
There’s nothing any better, Lord, they make my day more sunny
It’s kinda like when life gets hard and we don’t know what you’re makin’
We question things that don’t seem right and ask if you’re mistaken
But all things work together for good to those that love the Lord
So help us to believe in you, abiding by your Word
I pray I live my life God, that I might be a witness
And all would know and love you, Lord as much as I love you and biscuits

Romans 8:28 And we know that for those who love God all things work
together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
I received the inspiration for this story from one I read on the internet entitled “I Hate Buttermilk”.
Sue Ikerd
March 1, 2016

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