Singing my song of
Thanksgiving
Everyone, everywhere, I thank God for you! I call you all
friends.
I am happy to speak of our Lord, and to tell of His
everlasting love.
Thankfully, joyfully, I realize He has made me who, and what
I am.
You and I, we belong to Him, we are not alone. Our Father
loves us dearly.
We are blessed to come before God Almighty, to enter His
gates, and to sing songs of praise to Him.
We can call Him by Name; Abba Father! He is so good to us. I
know He is!
I am never alone. He is always with me, loving me, caring
for me – His is good to me.
He is the same merciful God whom my great-grandfather and
his great-grandfather worshipped and depended upon. Our God is so reliable, all
the time.
I am thankful I know Jesus, that I have a Bible to read,
eyes to see with, intelligence to understand with, two hands and fingers with
which I can type this message, my good health, my church and all of you; whom I
call friends. I am thankful for this wonderful land; America
I gladly, and with an appreciative heart sing this song of
Praise to Him.
(This is my personal response to Psalm 100).