FLATTERY - over speaking
with intent to mis-lead
we raised our own chickens.
I very much enjoyed the job of taking
care. I fed them, gave them water...
even cleaning the coops was not a problem!
getting the eggs...I could endure the pecking
even the scratches; the noise? no bother at all !
I loved eating chicken
chicken soup...awesome !
fried...baked...anyway, always a treat.
So what's the problem?
I could not kill the chickens.
breaking the neck then waiting for all
the fluttering to stop...not a pleasant task
AT ALL....so I would invariably leave the scene
returning later to find out.....
is the chicken dead?
then came the plucking and cleaning.
you get the picture....
between the time
of my conversion and the present
there is a whole lot of fluttering
going on.
Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,
Apply Thine own blood and extract ev'ry stain;
To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/w/h/i/whiterts.htm
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