I thank God for the food I eat
and for all of the people I meet.
I thank God for the storms and rain,
they help grow the flowers and cane.
I thank God for the selfish and mercenary,
they soon help me decide what I want to be.
I thank God for the sorrow and the pain,
they make me stop and think hard again.
I thank God too, when all does feel alright,
as you with me now, and those out of sight.
Colleen Wright. T.G.3.08.2006.
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