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Praise God for the Gifts of His Love

My heart is filled with praise, for all the things you've done,
For the ability to walk and talk, and play and sing and run.

For all the joys you give us, each and every day,
That we so often take for granted, as we walk from day to day.

The warmth of having a close friend, with whom to talk and share.
The joy and happiness it brings, just knowing you've got someone there.

The joys of seeing a flower, as it turns from bud to bloom,
And smelling the sweet fragrant smell of flowers in a room.

The warmth of the sunshine, reaching down to touch my skin,
It not only warms me from without, but it warms me from within.

The beauty of a clear sky, with not a cloud in sight.
The wonders of the heavens, with the stars twinkling at night.

The beauty of the birds, as they fly across the sky.
To watch an eagle gliding, and then to see him swiftly fly.

To behold the softness of the clouds, like a pillow in the sky,
And then to see them turn from white to grey, as the storm is drawing nigh.

To see the streaks of lightening, as they dash across the sky,
To hear the roar of thunder, and watch the dark clouds rolling by.

Just to watch a storm in all it's splendour, as it passes by,
Is to see a small glimpse of God's might, as it's displayed across the sky.

All these little things, are just gifts of God's love
But so often we take them for granted, instead of thanking the one above.

So remember to thank God for the little things along the way,
For sight, and smell and hearing, and guidance throughout every day.

Copyright © 2004 Naomi Shea

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