Sunday, July 28, 2013

Poetry Sunday ~ Giving Thanks


Job 8: 13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:

Giving Thanks...


For all we are and all we do

we give our thanks each day.

We live, grow, change and mend

I give my thanks and pray.

I thank my mother and father

for all the things they gave.

Within their hand they held my life

but only One could save.

I led the life He wanted for me

although the road was rough.

I never look back with any regret.

the unpaved journey was tough.

The path was laid before we were born

the forks were all in place.

Which we chose was a cosmic bend

that altered time and space.

I found a cross in my walk

as I wandered through each year.

Whimsical times and frenzied mind

He made it all come clear.

The crystal shell lay in shards

glass was torn to pieces.

He put them all together again

My love for Him never ceases!

I thank the Lord for carrying me

through life’s seasoned highway.

I’m mended now because of Him,

No longer are things done my way.

It’s His way or No WAY!


benning said...

And the early believers called it "The Way". :D


joni said...

I guess you would know?
You were around back then? lol

Thanks for visiting. :)

benning said...

Jeepers! Another age joke? :O

Oy! And considering how hard it is to get my walker in place, by this infernal machine with it's television on top, well! You'd oughter be nicer. Y'know? :P

*Hugs!* :D

joni said...

Well, you oughter be Giving Thanks for making it THIS far!



benning said...

Hehehee! :D