I believe in God,
and it is to Him that I am thankful.
However, if you don't believe, I'm sorry.
You may write a poem of thanks to whomever you wish.
Blind us from the faults
of others,
Teach us to love ....
help one another.
Let us be thankful
for all we see,
For all we were, and
are... will be.
Let us not regret the
past,
Nor be the first...
a stone to cast,
For while we worry
'bout the future
and regret the past
....
The present.... we
should be thankful for,
Slips away.........so
fast !!!
For air so hot in summer,
For winter's chilling
breeze,
For woods, and ponds,
and rocks, and hills,
But more than all
of these,
I thank You for the
footsteps
Our Christian fathers
trod,
And for the martyrs'
blood that flowed
All for the cause
of God.
I thank You for the
freedoms
Of which our fathers
sought,
And for the many rights
we have
For which they amply
fought,
The right to be assembled,
The right to read
Your Word,
The right to get excited
'bout
The Good News we have
heard,
The right to share
the Gospel,
To take it door-to-door,
The right to teach
our children
The precepts we stand
for.
Now, in this land of
freedoms,
There are those who
wish we'd be
A "quiet" bunch of
oddballs,
Less zealous, and
less free.
Lord, help me keep
on running
With the torch that
I've been passed,
Until that day in
Glory
When I see Your face
at last.
Thank you for the savior
Who came to earth and died
That we might truly savor
Your grace, to us, implied.
Thank you for each
blessing, good,
For health and strength
and life.
Thank you for our
daily food
And, even Godly strife.
Thank you for each family
And thank you for each home.
Thank you for eternity
Which, someday soon, will come.
Give us strength, oh
Lord, to cope
With problems which
we face,
That we may keep that
promised hope
To live with you through
grace.
Grant to us that you'll forgive
As we repent from ev'ry sin,
That, in eternity we'll live,
In Jesus' blessed name, amen.
I am thankful for
all of my blessings,
Even those of temptations
and trials.
For they are intended
to make of me
One who can see
through the tears to the smiles.
When others around
me are discontent,
Though I may have
some sadness or sorrow,
I look ahead, with
the strength from God,
To a cheerful and
pleasant tomorrow.
These pleasant tomorrows
are here on earth,
Where I can express
my love and thanksgiving.
There are multitudes
of those lovely days,
But only a few of
the sad days, while I’m living.
These are trivial
and mundane moments,
When considering
the worry I could borrow,
By not trusting
in God to see me through
To that heavenly,
tearless tomorrow.
"I'm loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me."
Was I a child in
that church small and white?
Was it from grandmother's
lips that I heard?
Did it come to me
in a dream at night,
Perhaps from the
wings from a fluttering bird?
"I'm loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me."
It may have been
in my pulse it was born,
Breathed by my mother
before my birth,
It's been there
each evening, and every morn,
Since I've been
a person upon this earth.
"I'm loved, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me."
This song in the
beat of my heart, sings on,
And I now know it's
originaton,
I'ts a treasure,
and a heavenly song,
Not from the pulse
of imagination.
"I'm loved, I love, it's so sweet to be loved. Love me."
What
is There to be Thankful For?
Another man was looking
at him
As he sat down on his
left.
The man concentrated
on reading his lips
All his life he had
been deaf.
The blind man turned
to his elderly friend
And this to him did
say,
"What things can you
be thankful for
As we near Thanksgiving
Day?"
"There's nothing I am
thankful for,"
He said in a bitter
voice.
"Im losing my touch;
I'm getting old,
"And I don't have a
choice."
The blind man touched
him on his eye.
"With this you can
see me.
"I'm so thankful that
I can hear.
"It's with my ears
I see."
The deaf man was thankful
for his sight.
To him it was quite
clear.
"I'm able to read your
lips," he said.
"It's with my eyes
I hear."
"You have the power
to see and to hear.
"You're old, but yet
you thrive.
"Quit smothering yourself
with self pity
"Be thankful you're
still alive."
From one to the other
the old man looked
Then dejectedly
hung his head.
"Yes, many blessings
I have to count.
"On those I should
dwell instead."
--
Forest
of Poetry Trees
http://home.earthlink.net/~sforrest/
I'm Suggesting Ham!
My mother told
me birds like us become a treat devine,
She warned me
I must watch my step when people plan to dine.
Turkey is their
meal of choice but I don't give a damn,
You've never
had a finer meal than tasty roasted ham!
Ben Franklin wanted
turkeys, not eagles on the seal,
That shows this
country's glory and the way that we all feel.
So listen to
this great man and honor Uncle Sam,
And on this coming
holiday you all should eat a ham!
I'm proud to be
a turkey and I've probably said enough,
I hope someone
is listening or Thursday will be rough.
I'm trying to
be thankful that I am just what I am,
Remember me Thanksgiving
day and buy yourself a ham!
-Sammy-
The first would
be my lovely wife,
I couldn't
do without
Next would be
our way of life,
To this I have
no
doubt
It isn't always
joy and riches,
So please don't
get me wrong
But having someone
you trust and love,
Can make your
life prolong
My job is one
that I enjoy,
For this I will
profess
For Work and
happiness are one,
To this I must
confess
So once again
I give my thanks,
To the Lord -
My God above
For creating
such a life for me,
with everything
I love
Granny's Table