Thanksgiving Poem
It's Thanksgiving time
My faith has grown beyond a mustard seed
A time where the past meets the future
A new era, but no mistakes made
We give thanks because of what God gave
We build monuments with our tongues,
Praises for another day, go higher than Babel Tower ever could
And now I'm ready to reap the fruit of my labor
Set it on the table
Cook with love and before you taste food, passover the last supper, so someone else feels the warmth
Now I’m allowed to sit at the bigger table
This thanksgivin families and enemies are welcome
Let grace fill your hunger
And mercy clothe you
We all are the Doctor of our virtues
So many times, I tried to write off Patience
The times only right when He moves His Hand
Time Only writes when He moves His Hand
Know it’s not only you and you’ll know where being humble began
That’s why all my prayers begin and end with a man
Every Prayer is a letter, Thank God His address is bent knees, bowed heads street
And closed together Hands
My compass is lost when it doesn’t seek you first and
I find you, when I love my neighbor and
Cross Christ’s Threshold
I grab a to go plate
Need whole peace
And once I’ve eaten plenty
I need faith, hope, and love leftovers
Flooded house because of cups flowing over
Thank God for His sin disinfecting Holiness
I believe in your telling, but then You put in my vision Blessings
Pouring Down and show like in showering
Why Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Father’s play with their children
This is something like Simon says,
God, I need more than ten commandments
Thank God
For the new life that comes
Whether it be through mouth or through womb
They deliver defeat’s eulogy
It’s Victory sweet like honey calms
The strain of my burdens
Thank God
The week took everything off the shelf, here’s a list of things I need you to restore
My strength, heart, and circumfaith
The Shepherd gives me a piece of the pie, so I want no more
For my freedom already payed
No Black Friday to await
But more soul needs saving on the floor
But if we let him in, we'll see what he has in store
Thank God
For this strength that brings me from
Cold nights into marvelous light
After the river I've cried
From my eyes
Visions, know what you have an eye for
T.e.a.r.s don't mean tears anymore
It means tears
As in through my terrors
Into my blessings
Thank God for the love
Let go off angers
Because I'm my brothers keeper
I ask for love that last longer than a church mothers prayer
Keeps me going
And connected
And in Blessin
Thank God
Thank God
Thank God
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