Saturday, March 7, 2009

The Holy Alphabet

Although things are not perfect,
Because of trial or pain,
Continue in thanksgiving,
Do not begin to blame.
Even when times are hard,
Fierce winds are bound to blow;
God is forever able, Hold on to what you know.
Imagine life without His love;
Joy would cease to be.
Keep thanking Him for the things
Love imparts unto thee.
Move out of 'Camp Complaining',
No weapon that is known,
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone.
Quit looking at the future;
Redeem the time at hand.
Start every day with worship;
Thanksgiving is God’s command.
Until we see Him coming Victorious in the sky;
We'll run the race with gratitude
Xalting the Lord most high.
Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!


Shannon said...

I love this poem... Did you write it?

Alice said...

No, I can't take the credit for it, but I loved it too and had to pass it along. Not sure who the author is.