Gifts
Although I daily fall into a rut,
I thank my God for all that is a gift.
You could grow sad and down with crying but
this world is full of many things that lift.
Look at a joyful tiny child at play
or just stand still and watch our sun go down.
Think quick of a good word that you can say
to bring about a laugh out of a frown.
This world is full of many happy things.
God's wondrous gifts you'll find if you just try,
king daffodils and hummingbirds that sing
in April, August, March, May and July.
Our world has good things waiting for us all,
bringing joy, mainly to folks who think small.
7/12/20
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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