The Gift
Oh Lord, dear Lord, we come again
To thank You for Your loving gifts.
Oh Lord, forgive us for the grief we feel
at one more empty chair.
Dear Lord, You never promised we'd be free
Of earthly sorrow and woe
But You did say, Lord, You would be with us
through all the trials of our lives.
At each sad step we take, dear Lord
we feel You standing by our sides.
We are grateful for Your presence, Lord
And know You will not desert us, Lord,
no matter how long we cry.
And now although we are missing
his sweet endearing grin, Lord
We are thankful that You lent him, Lord
for just that too short while.
Lord, our hearts are full of gratitude,
for the promises you've kept
and Lord we're thankful for the time we had
with the one, Lord, who is with You now in Heaven.
In Jesus' name we pray, dear Lord. Amen
By: Joyce Johnson
September 6, 2014.
For contest "The Gift"
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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