Gratefulness fills my heart
A good man
A life tried to live well
Forgiveness it’s a process
The warm light echos my warm heart
Kind words from a friend
Loving words of a brother
Voices of the redeemed sang high in His house today
I am an American girl
A proud daughter
A trying a wife
And a ransomed child of Jesus Christ
May Mondays not steal this fullness
May the worry and anxiety of roads traveled
Not be the object of the Satan’s power
A living vessel
Clay of a potter’s hands
Attend to the small voice
The one you quiet so often
Give thanks for the afternoons of couch sitting
That was once called Holy.
Give thanks for the people who haven’t given up on you.
Smile for the best days are yet to come.