For These I Thank You, Too

I thank You every day, Dear Lord,
for the good things that You give:
for family, friends, my home, my health,
and another day to live.

But what I seldom thank You for
are the things I would not choose;
the things by which You’re making me
a person You can use.

The times when everything seems black,
and much too hard to bear;
when no one seems to understand,
or show me that they care.

When I’ve been hurt, or been misused,
or been misunderstood;
when bad things loomed so largely that
I could not see the good.

When dreams have failed, and goals weren’t met,
and losses were sustained;
when truths proved false, and trust betrayed,
and pride was deeply pained

These things I seldom thank You for,
and yet, Dear Lord, it’s true,
it’s when I’m at my weakest
that I give it all to You,

And then You give me all Your power,
Your strength and peace of mind,
which doing things in my own way
I simply could not find.

So may I, Lord, in the days ahead
be thankful every day,
no matter what the circumstance
You allow to come my way.

And may I learn to recognize
each as Your molding hand
that’s shaping me so I will fit
into Your loving plan.

Glenda Collins Inman

Comments

  1. What beautiful words, Mom. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.

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  2. Tim says that this poem is outstanding!

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