Thanksgiving My God Deserves
Thanksgiving to God* grips my being ceaselessly
Without Him, I am nothing absolutely.
Bread of life is He midst life’s emptiness
Providing me with His blessings’ fullness.
Light of the world against obscurity
He illumines me with His truth’s verity.
As the Door of the sheep for eternal redemption
He secured my soul against everlasting damnation.
Good Shepherd is He offering love-blessed relationship
Meeting me in our prayer-partnership.
He is the Resurrection vanquishing death’s sting and grave’s victory
Assuring my Holy Spirit’s sealed status of heavenly glory.
As the Way with wisdom’s guidance
He leads me toward faithful stewardship’s abundance.
The Vine is He divinely nourishing His branches
Discipling me thru His Word that preaches and teaches.
Psalm 69:30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
April 9, 2019
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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