White Meat
It's getting hot in here,
350 degrees,
picked clean, and stuffed.
Keep the meats separated, turkey!
Some like dark meat.
Some like white meat.
Segregated even on Thanksgiving.
Yams or sweet potatoes,
Mashed or baked,
all turkey is best with trimmings and gravy.
Yet, people just want to carve us up,
divide us,
and fight at the table.
Pardon you!
Pardon me!
Had we seen Grace, we would be running free,
together,
of one body,
and thanking Christ.
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2020
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