Long Thankfulness Poems
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A promise is such a comfort
when you've little to hang on to
as you see life hitting you hard
to carry on is so hard to do
But God has in His inerrant word
given promises without number
every one of them is given
so the believer won't fall or slumber
To live this life of faith
we need spurred on by the Lord
so His promises are His gift
to live for Him in mutual accord
So as we dwell on this provision
our hearts are filled with thankfulness
as every promise is enough
filling our being with joyfulness
God indeed is so good
providing in all we need
so His every word of promise
is sufficient without doubt indeed
AUTHOR NOTES: Thoughts penned when listening to Stuart Townend's 'My heart is filled with thankfulness', as it inspired to put some words to my thoughts. check out video on youtube to hear it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5yYgxdqTPI
Made Perfect from Weakness
Of the numerous transient things we make our present desire,
who can avoid all misgivings that deny, lest need only one require?
The battlefields from such pursuits are strewn with the fallen.
But to one a throng of boisterous voices herald victorious,
and to the heavenly Conductor there sings no choir.
From across those fields lifts a low murmuring,
as a fog that shrouds the dead and dying.
Their voices go mute or muffled with prayers for Grace from distress,
while a loving Spirit meanders among them,
comforting them from suffering and making perfect His strength from their weakness.
Who then shall inherit the kingdom, we ask?
Is it they with vanity by works with favored worldly judgment?
Or be it they who are meek, delivered by faith with His Grace, alone?
Elusive is our eternal sufferings,
blinded by countless victories to Him we deny.
So richly blessed are we without thankfulness,
will find it more difficult to enter the gate,
than for a camel to pass through a needle's eye.
Honor and glory to God,
Martin Braun
2/23/2020
I gazed upon the mighty ocean waves
and gasped at their startling potent power.
Their crashing on the rugged rocks below,
it gave me pause to stop and think of Him.
Christ’s face before me gave me goodly cheer.
I watched the eagle as it soared above.
Its wondrous wings, they overspread the wind
to reach the highest mountain top eyrie.
Awestruck I never took my eyes away.
Christ’s face before me gave me inner glow.
I stared at frozen snow on mountain tops.
Its brightness all but blinding to my eyes.
In reverence I gazed at sparkling gems
that twinkled in the early morning sun.
Christ’s face before me gave me quick reward.
I witnessed suffering in city streets.
no one would stop to offer helping hand.
The sorrow, sickness, sadness arising
had me in tears for all humanity.
Christ’s face before me gave me compassion.
I walked past solemn faces in anguish.
I hoped that each soul could be comforted
and given light to guide their way to God,
moving toward Him, ease their weary souls.
Christ’s face before me gave me hopefulness.
I kneeled that night in solemn thankfulness
at seeing Christ’s face in my daily life.
I feel I’m blessed and folded to His breast.
In gratitude and praise, I call to Him.
Christ’s face before me gave me salvation.
~~Castles and Dreams in the Sand.~~
The waves roll in onto the golden sand
Washing past dreams and castles away.
Cleansing, taking the memories back from the land
To be replaced by the new ones today.
Build me a castle sings the voice of a child
My son and the delight of my eyes.
Watching him splashing in waves so calm and mild
My thankfulness at him is still no surprise.
The waves ripple, lazy pebbles don’t roll
I wonder at the price I still have to pay
This child of mine; the God given gift of a soul
His sprightly moves, his childish laughter so fey.
A castle I will build, but my boy is the foundation
He lies in the sand, his laughter sings on the breeze.
A bucket here a bucket there, a remake of Gods fine creation
The shape forms it is a merboy and it happens with ease.
The childish giggle
He tries hard to keep still
He’s all of a wiggle
I wonder at his perfection still.
The waves roll in my merboy lies in the sand
He turns and kisses me with love and says goodbye.
He says to me “you knew it was not real as he waves his mer hand”
He flicks his tail, he is gone and I sit and I wonder why.
This perfect creation so alive and so real
He is gone from my life with a kiss
The waves rolling in I remembered the deal
"You can have your boy for five years as your wish."
The price for a child you offered, five years of a life
But remember that he will live on
You gladly accepted the deal to be a mother and wife
~~Remember the kiss and the deal - now he has gone.~~
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Contest Entry For:
Sandcastles By the Seashore sponsored By Gail Doyle
By: Mandy Tams ~Golden Girl~
Looking back over all of one’s life
one was to stop and ponder so much
so many roads I could have went
but through it you see God’s tender touch
The providence of God is so vast
so many evidences of His divine mark
this fills your heart with real thankfulness
so many times could have been all dark
Count our blessings is a good thing
to remember all God has indeed done
it’s astounding to count them if you can
for they’re so many blessed am I bar none
The bad as well as the good deserve praise
for God’s to be praised forgiving everything
in it all He’s sanctifying you for good
as He knows the glory that it’ll bring
This God is a jealous and holy God
knowing what makes it His perfect will
for He takes all we are in our sins
giving us hearts to see His love overspill
( 1 Thessalonians 5:18 "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." )
They are so simple little things
the very basics that make life real
just stop a moment and ponder
so be thankful next time you kneel
The hearing ear is not for everyone
some are born deaf, so can't hear
never take your hearing for granted
especially when yours is very clear
The seeing eye can be near and far
Various deficiencies affect each one
remember with thankfulness what you see
it's a gift to look at all you've done
But stop now and think of God
for it's the Lord alone who made both
this all-seeing and all-hearing creator
touched us there for our growth
Now consider those who are not so blessed
God's sovereign hand has evaded them
why? you ask, well, no one knows
only God knows, for He decides your stem
Remember every day all that's yours
so much to be ever thankful
whatever our loss, we've got gain
all our profit is our bright jewel
(The hearing ear and the seeing eye,
The Lord has made them both.)
Proverbs 20: 12 (ESV)
Sometimes in the morning when you first wake up
Before you stretch your mind, your body in bed
Before your thoughts get on whirling, hacking, quacking
Your seconds, minutes, time passes away fluttering in your head
You realize this new day dawn you could have been dead
You need to think
To save yourself from yourself
It's a Brand New day
And before you get on your way
You're refreshing your thoughts shouts out your mouth
You close your eyes, you kneel and pray and you talk to the Father
Talk to the Savior ask Him
Oh! God I'm thankful
Thankful you granted me this one new day
Thankful that I need to pray to you
Thankful to be able to talk to the Father and Jesus
Thankful and grateful you've awaken me
And you placed me on another days journey
Awaken me to have another's days life
Thanks for another daylight
In conclusion to thankfulness I am for the same saying Hallelujah Hallelujah Amen
9/30/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Every time I see a handicapped youth,
My heart cries tears of thankfulness.
Reflecting on my high school days,
That could’ve been me in a wheelchair.
I have challenges like anyone else,
Yet abundantly blessed to be mobile.
Taking medication is so universal,
It seems absurd if you take nothing.
I don’t want to review my past,
I only want to establish my future.
Lessons are learned reflecting the past,
Goals are reached when I plan and attack.
I was put on earth for a purpose,
Don’t discard me like daily garbage.
As I progress with every atomic step,
I praise God for my every breath.
Dear Attorney Mollow,
The autumn winds rise soft around me, rustling the pages of my soul as I sit beneath a sky as tender as the heart you seem to carry.
I look upon the beauty of this life, the fleeting sweetness of days unfurling like petals on a rose, and my heart swells with gratitude—for it all, Atty Mollow, for the quiet joys and even the sorrows that shape us.
This life is a song, and I, merely a note, vibrating in harmony with the unseen chords of existence.
I have often written of sadness, of longing, but it is in the quiet moments that I have found something deeper—gratitude that rises from the earth itself.
For it climbs within me, filling every hollow, every empty space that once echoed with yearning, my soul.
I am grateful, Atty Mollow, for the mornings gilded with light, for the whispers of nature that have sung to me since childhood, and for the connection between souls that transcend time and space—such as ours.
How fortunate we are, not just to live, but to feel, to witness beauty in the delicate weave of the world.
I sense in you the same wonder, the same deep-rooted thankfulness for what is and what might yet be.
Do not let your heart grow heavy with the weight of the world's troubles, for they, too, are threads in the grand tapestry.
Each moment, each breath, is a gift. How could we be anything but grateful?
From the bottom up—from the soles of my feet, grounded in the earth, to the crown of my spirit, reaching toward the stars—I am grateful.
I think you understand this truth, for it pulses in your words, in the way you move through this life with quiet grace and reverence.
If this thought could I think to a Judge,
I am great full.
May your heart continue to rise like the morning sun, shining its light upon all that it touches.
With gratitude,
James McLain
Thanksgivings is three days away.
We celebrate in land of the fey.
Heartfelt song doth rapidly convey,
Our thanks for people for whom we pray.
The meanness of old Widow Gray
She’s sour, since being pushed away.
But secretly, we know she’s okay.
She supports orphans down yonder way.
We are thankful for our Uncle Jay.
Whose wandering feet don’t let him stay.
His amazing laugh is a loud sweet bray.
His presence like a golden sunray.
We give thanks for our creative cousin May.
She’s in a church pew every Sunday.
Gives generously to the Baptist offering tray.
Wearing a fancy slip with nary a fray.
I express thankfulness for the new freeway.
So much faster than a normal highway.
Better than toll road where you must pay
Lots to say and it is still Monday.