I give Thee Thanks .

For all the blazing sunsets of this year.
For all those precious children, Oh, so dear.
For small and insignificant things
And for the songs that my heart sings,
I give Thee thanks.

I give Thee thanks .
For loved ones who forgive my failing ways.
For kindness done to me on dreary days.
For lessons learned without the awful pain.
For truth that comes with value, wisdom gained,
I give Thee thanks.

I give Thee thanks ...

For all the soldiers who are serving us.
For those who bear the blessed gospel trust.
For old acquaintances renewed.
For wonders clearly signed by You,

My Lord, I give Thee thanks.
Sweet Lord, I give Thee thanks.

© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com

 

 

For This We Give Thee Thanks

For hands that reach and touch our own,
For baby's laughter in our home,
For shoulders that in grief are loaned,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For lips that brave the tender words,
For eyes that speak what can't be heard,
For God's own precious Holy Word,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For open doors and welcomings,
For friends who laugh and sometimes sing,
For everything each season brings,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For large or small, the gifts You give,
For just the privilege to live,
For all we've had and yet You give,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For promises that soon shall be,
Because He hung upon the tree,
For Love that lasts eternally,
Most of all, Lord, thanks, oh, thanks!

© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com

 

 

So Blest
So blest! So blest!
With scarlet sunset in the skies -
Birds that sing on wing so high,
The fragrance of the flowers, sweet;
And precious people that we meet.
So blest! So blest!
When music swells my heart within -
An old familiar lasting hymn;
When tiny heads are bent - hands clasp
And little voice our blessings ask.
So blest! So blest!
Simple pleasures seem much more
When we approach Eternity’s door -
Each day our hearts can thankful be
For blessed hours spent with Thee.
So blest! So very blest to be
Born in a land that’s brave and free;
Born to a family loving Thee.
The things I could not choose, but do -
Born with a heart for loving You.
So when at last, I lay me down
I’ll rise and see my robe and crown -
A Crystal Sea...and Jasper walls...
I won’t mind coming home at all
For I have been... so blest! So blest!

Joan Clifton Costner
© 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com