When I say thanks…

I forget my troubles

Or at least put them in perspective

When I say thanks…

I remember my blessings

So many I wouldn’t notice otherwise

When I say thanks…

I find complaint impossible

And comfort inevitable

When I say thanks…

I find a better me

And remember a higher purpose

When I say thanks…

I admit the best of me is not my fault

And accept the worst of me is not His fault

When I say thanks…

I mean I am sorry I forget His goodness

And glad He forgets my wickedness

When I say thanks…

I mean thank you, Lord…

for Everything!

When I Say Thanks | A Poem of Thanksgiving

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