" THANKING THE LORD " ME TODAY at SEVENTY-SIX, ©
I thank THEE Oh, LORD For All the treasures, THOU HAST So generously upon me Bestowed: - My life My sight My Hearing My touch My scent My taste My arms My legs My brain and every other Organ, - Treasures of worth untold That Money couldn’t ever buy - Forgive my, LORD, My egoism My ingratitude My greediness My complaining My insatiability My forgetfulness, - If only THY charity were I able To remember And The multitude of unfortunate ones That isn't as blessed as I: The blind The deaf The feeble The sick The irrational The disabled Every second should I THEE, for life, Thanksgiving offer, MY LORD, Rather than once a year! © Demetrios Trifiatis 15 August 2020 * Today is my birthday and this is my way to offer thanksgiving to our Lord for keeping me alive at the age of seventy-six, despite the fact that I came close to death on three separate occasions because of health problems!
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