Thank You.

Thank you, my Lord, for everything, For the tide on the shore And the wind as it sings in my ear, Washing your Grace over me. Thank you, my Lord, I say it again. For the sun, moon and stars, And the earth I am walking on. All created by your loving hand. Father! Creater Heavens. I bow down. Humbled by your Grace. Your son died for me, Awash in squalid sin. From a Cross he hung As the scoffers sung. "Forgive them!" was his final breath. Awesome was his lowly death. Thank you, my Lord, for everyone. For the plans you have for them And those that are done. Oh Lord! Please guide me! (Sandymouth Beach, Cornwall. Summer 2008)