Unnamed Poem -- Thanksgiving

Recently I started a project where I write down something I am thankful for every day.  My goal is to get to 101 things, and then it will be 201, and then 301, and so on and so forth.  I just stumbled across a poem I wrote last fall, and it kind of goes along.

Oh, what gifts You oft bestow

When I sit at Your feet!

Oh, what peace You give me though

The fire I often meet.

Oh what grace You give me when

I feel disgraced and shamed.

Oh what joy it gives me then

To even say Your Name.

Oh, what a gift was Your life

To take away my sin!

That through Your trials and Your strife,

Then I am clean again.

What can I do to repay

Such as this priceless gift?

I can offer all my days

Thy holy Cross to lift.

November 8th, 2015