Poem #12

Many years ago, I was in a foul mood and thought of all the things I didn’t have. Later, I realized what an unhealthy mindset this was and set out to think of everything I’ve been blessed with in my life; this poem is the results.

“The blessings You’ve given me” (#12)
Dear Lord, all that is good comes from You,
Your word and my life show that this is true.
Everything that is mine is a gift
From my Heavenly Father, whose name I am to lift
Up to the sky-and this is why:
He gave me my clothing, my food and bed,
My belongings and the roof over my head.
He gave me my family, talents, and life,
And I pray He will someday give me a Christian wife
To know and love like He does me from above.
But, above all these things and more,
He gave me His love, and a door
To know Him personally through the death of His Son,
Who died for all people-every one.
Of all gifts, this is the greatest of all-
A new life in which for God we stand tall
Against the world’s oppression in humility
And trusting God to use us as utility
Tools to touch the people lost in sin,
And into the fold of God’s love, bring them in.
May this, Lord, be our rule:
To always be available to be your tool.