"Thank You"
(A Prayer)
Lord,
Your grace so freely given
Your fruit so generously shared
The best wine poured daily
Your living water forever pure—
Suitable only for the purest—
You, your heavenly hosts—
But not for me.
Still
YOU struck the Rock
That I might drink freely.
Some days sipping
Some days thirstily, greedily.
Never offended
You are always eager to share and to
bless.
Tonight
In this wee morning hour
My lips moistened with Your sweetness
I thank You.
You love me
And I love You.
YOU love me, MORE
And I love you more.
Thank You.
For this guest blog, Terry shares a prayer in the form of a poem that he wrote late one night or early
morning almost two years ago. He hopes God likes it, and that you do, too!
Terry lives with his wife of 37 years, Terri Anne. He's journaled for years with the intention of sharing thoughts with their two sons and daughter-in-law, surviving siblings, and friends. Much of what he's written lately has been conversations with God from devotional periods of Bible study and other inspirational reading, prayer walks, and photography sessions. Writing helps to deepen his awareness of his life and his relationship with Jesus Christ. Pens and pencils -- Michelangelo's chisels that reveal the Davids (or Davidas) that God has created all of us to be.
Happy Reading in Poetry's Presence.
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