Every Day

There are days I’m doing fine

Only good things on my mind

I can sing my praise to God with all my heart

But other days I’m moody

And I think that I’m nobody

It’s much harder for my praise of God to start

 

But then I think about the blessings

He does give, He’s never missing

Every day as long as I have been alive

Things like water, air and wind

All have come straight down from Him

He has given  all I need to I’ll survive

 

And when I think of that

I just have to tip my hat

And lift my praises high into the sky

For I owe my life to Him

And He promised I would win

I will keep on praising ’til the day  die

 

 

 

In response to the daily prompt Moody

7 thoughts on “Every Day

  1. Ohhh my, happy hands clapping here in praise to HIM, Pete!! I love this poem because it tells me I’m not alone in the fluctuating days/moods’ ability to see His good and praise Him–but I’m getting better at turning it around more quickly; so the price of aging–“maturity”–is one I can afford gladly 🙂 God bless you and your family this Christmas Week!

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    1. And I’m believing you will continue to make that turnaround time quicker and quicker as the joy of the Lord bubbles up inside you in those difficult times. My His peace keep you during these Holidays.

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      1. Thank you so much for your lovely words of faith for me, Brother! Today I feel like I’m 6 years old–I keep telling Him, “I’m a happy camper, Lord!” This, with no big miracle in my hands yet–only the happiness of having His company ALWAYS, no matter what 🙂

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