Michael P. Johnson

(7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Give Thanks To God


When times are lean with nought to share
When love is hard to find
Where cold nights reign with cupboards bare
Then God is on the mind

But who gives praise when life is grand
When God has seen us through
Who’ve learned in truth to understand
That God remembers too

How oft we fail to thank the Lord
For all His kindness done
Through love He’ll turn His vengeful sword
In Christ His faithful Son

Give thanks to God for large and small
Give thanks for life on earth
From deep within or not at all
Give praise for all you’re worth

Worthy is God of all our praise
For all His wondrous deeds
Who serve The Truth in all their ways
May find they have no needs

Yet still the nations live in stress
Where harvest brings defeat
They need to turn so God can bless
With food for all to eat

Yet those who have can ill afford
With belly’s full to sit
We need to pray through Christ our Lord
We need to do our bit

For things can change as times before
When God held back the rain
For who can tell if sin once more
Won’t change our times again

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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