The Holy Alphabet

        A lthough things are not perfect

        B ecause of trial or pain

        C ontinue in thanksgiving

        D o not begin to blame

        E ven when the times are hard

        F ierce winds are bound to blow

        G od is forever able

        H old on to what you know

        I magine life without His love

        J oy would cease to be

        K eep thanking Him for all things

        L ove imparts to thee

        M ove out of "Camp   complaComplaining"

        N o weapon that is known

        O n earth can yield the power

        P raise can do alone

        Q uit looking at the future

        R edeem the time at hand 

        S tart every day with worship

        T o "thank" is a command

        U ntil we see Him coming

        V ictorious in the sky

        W e'll run the race with gratitude 

        X alting God most high

        Y es, there'll be good times and yes                 some will be bad, but...

        Z ion waits in glory...where none are        are ever sad!

           ©Cindy Blackamore
           Nov. 1994
            poemsofhim@cox.net

All rights reserved. Reproduced with permission of  author 

           e All
     ble p
as on that cross you willingly lay.

I see the blood streaming down your side.
 

Hosted by Webnet 77

d be delighted if you'd sign my guestbook.