Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sunday Verse

For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song-
These were the things that made me strong.

For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks,for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!


Anonymous said...

Truly a beautiful and meaningful poem. I've been thinking about my lack of gratitude for the last few years...This post makes me think.

Lovin Mama said...

I like this. It's so true.

Beverly said...

very nice!

heidi marie said...

first time visitor here! i love your poem and am enjoying looking at all the pics and stories of your beautiful family. i'm going to have to add you on my blog list! i also noticed that you live in texas? what part of texas are you in? we live in the dallas area!

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