I am thankful for the skies so gray
On a windy, cold and rainy day.
They keep me inside, all bundled up
Seeking warmth from my Father's cup.
No shops to visit, nor friends to meet
Just the sweet bread my Father gives me to eat.
No calls of children to be heard
Only blissfully feasting on my Father's Word.
The stories and wisdom the Old Man imparts
Warms and melts my most inner parts.
The birth of babes, the death of kings,
The weddings, the horrid and beautiful things.
The gallant, the weak, brave and broken,
The wise, the foolish, the blessings unspoken.
The wee babe in a manger
The visit from a stranger;
The angelic form,
The calm of the storm;
The battle so fierce,
The sword that will pierce;
The beautiful, the lame,
The wild and the tame...
I am thankful for the words that impart
Wisdom and truth to my worldly heart.
As I sink lower into my guilt and shame,
His words lift me up and call me by name.
My soul is made to soar high and free,
Because the truth in His words says
He loves me.

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