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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





By Gene

I am a lover, a fighter, and a midnight writer. I love football, hamburgers, and philosophical inquiries. I love Jesus more than any of that. I love my wife, my daughters, my grandson, and my English Setters, Huck and Finn. I also love Huck Finn...and other seminal characters in American literature. Like Gus McCrae. I love the English language. I love to dive into the wonders of its depth and splash around in the shallow end where colloquialisms and slang rule and reign.

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