Thanksgiving
Our soul is in constant wonder of how often, Holy Father you have blessed us.
Delivering us through all the torrent storms of iniquity, in thee we trust.
Oh, how wonderful, Holy Father are your powerful healing and loving grace.
Oh, how grateful we are that you were the source of helping us to prevail against the evil dark shadows and how you placed our feet on solid ground and in a sunny place.
Your presence in our life leads us shaken and amazed by the wonderment of your great creations, the opening, and closing of the day.
The galaxy and the spiraling and bright luminous stars of the Milkyway.
Oh how magnificent and inspiring it is to see the thriving and blooming grassland with the variable perennials all a glow, systematically blanketing the incredible miles of plateau.
How superb, in your makings of the African pigmy squirrel.
How great was your plan for its survival during the diurnal and nocturnal hours in peril.
Oh, how great Heavenly Father, in all your bliss, is the design of the Paedocypris.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, you with no blemish of creation and grace.
Thank you Holy Father, for your hands and loving grace in creating different hues of the human race. Amen
Book of Johb 12;7.8.9 But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the air and they will tell you, speak to the earth, and it will teach you and the fish of the sea will declare unto thee.
copyright 10/15/22
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2022
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