Thank You, God
(You are the Potter, I am the Clay)
Thank you, Father,
for keeping me poor,
thereby instilling in me
appreciation for what I have.
Thank you for hard work,
teaching me the value of rest.
Thank you for illness,
nurturing empathy for others.
Thank you for difficulty,
opening opportunity for growth.
Thank you for weakness,
causing me to draw
on your unfailing strength.
Thank you for my bumbling ways,
forcing me to seek your wisdom.
Thank you, Father, for who you are,
and who you've allowed me to become.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2016
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