A Limerick of thanks.
To be thankful,
To know God is graceful.
My soul pours from me,
As I see myself on bended knees.
Ever am I grateful.
Many blessings flow from His hand,
Many I may not know, nor understand.
Flowing from His eternal river,
Is the true Giver.
The Giver with a plan.
Grateful for everything,
And to Him my song of thanks I sing.
Though I get not my way,
I trust He will remain.
To Him thanks I bring.
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