His Gifts

I can't believe it is Friday. Time sure flies by doesn't it. I run across this poem the other day and thought I would share it with my blogging friends.

His Gifts
Lord, help me to use each day you give wisely,
in ways you would have me to live...
Forgetting self but remember more those who are lonely,
the suffering, the poor.
Let me lift them up in fervent prayer,
Reassuring them of your love and care.

Let me thank you for the beauty you bring
in summer, autumn, winter, and spring;
each one with special beauty you wrought
and on angels' wings to earth were brought.
No earthly artist could e'er compare
to all your gifts, so rich and rare.

Oh, may I not take for granted all these gifts
that bless my heart and my spirit lifts...
A love that nourishes my body and soul,
just knowing you're near and in control
brings me joy, peace and tranquility,
and grace to always trust in You.

Lou Ella Cullipher