God, I Thank Thee Poem by Patricia Wulf

My Father in Heaven, my belovéd God,
I thank thee ever for these blessings
that purify my spirit flawed.

I thank thee for my every weakness
that I may know my neighbors’ plights
and learn humility and meekness.

I thank thee for the winter,
that long, silent, bitter, night
that I may savor respléndenter
charming, pastel symphony spring light.

I thank thee for repentance sweet
that my regret from me may fleet.

I thank thee for every fiery trial
in my earth life that I may be
refined and virtuous, versatile,
a worthy daughter, true to thee.

They purify my spirit flawed.
For these blessings I thank thee ever,
my Father in Heaven, my belovéd God,
for these blessings I thank thee ever.