Grateful

In the quiet hush of morning light,

When dawn breaks free from the grasp of night,

I bow my head, a humble plea,

To thank the Lord for His gifts to me.

In the tapestry of the sky so vast,

I see His artistry unsurpassed,

A canvas painted with hues divine,

A masterpiece woven in every line.

The sun ascends with a golden kiss,

A radiant warmth, a gentle bliss,

A daily reminder of grace untold,

A symphony of colors, a sight to behold.

The trees sway in a harmonious dance,

Their leaves whispering a song of chance,

Life's melody, a gift from above,

A melody filled with boundless love.

The rivers flow with a rhythmic grace,

A liquid hymn, a sacred space,

Quenching the earth with a tender touch,

A symbol of His mercy, oh, so much.

The air I breathe, a subtle sigh,

A gift of life, a lullaby,

In every breath, His presence near,

A testament to His love sincere.

For friendships forged and bonds that grow,

For seeds of kindness we often sow,

For laughter shared and tears wiped away,

I thank the Lord each passing day.

In moments of joy and trials faced,

In every step, by His grace embraced,

For lessons learned, for paths unknown,

I thank the Lord, for He's ever shown.

So, let my heart be a vessel of praise,

In gratitude, my voice will raise,

For God's gifts, both big and small,

I am thankful, blessed by His call.