Sprinkles Of Grace
I have no silver or gold to spare My purse and pockets are bare Yet God gives ease at being poor, There are no creditors at my door.
I’ll never know the gain of wealth But God has given me good health, Earthly treasure cannot buy wellness Nor any grand measure of happiness.
My modest old home needs repair But comforts are abundant there, Living in the spirit of God’s grace There is no happier soothing place.
Filling my pantry is never complete But there is always enough to eat, I will never dine on a banquet feast But God has added enough at least.
My clothes are worn and my coat torn But the hearth keeps me cozy warm, As the blazing logs crackle and flare I thank God for the clothes I wear.
Storms make my roof groan and creak But that blessing overhead has no leak, The winds may rage and rains downpour But I am comfy dry from ceiling to floor.
I have dreamed of fancy bedroom suites With a splendid big bed and silk sheets But God gave me a feather bed instead And it’s a fine place to rest a weary head.
As I consider all things and look around God’s blessings in abundance abound, He has provided all that I need for living And reasons for prayer on Thanksgiving.
Precious Lord above with love I thank you For the divine goodness in my life you do, Father thank you for your soul saving grace And caring warmth of your loving embrace.
Thank you for our soldier warriors brave Who serve us beneath Old Glory’s wave, Shepherd them home safely God I pray, Deliver them unharmed by next holiday.
In your love and mercy my blessings flow, For all that I celebrate, it is you I owe, Lord I thank you in my most reverent way For the abundance this Thanksgiving Day.
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 11-19-08
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