Thankful (to God For All Eternity)

Heb.13:15Therefore by Him (Jesus) let us continually offer the sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of our lips, []giving thanks to His name. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving Day!Above all I am thankful for the precious promisesfrom God for us!Yesterday morning's Sunday School lesson included these versesAlso included in the links in the poem below Num.23:19God is not human, that he should lie, not a human being, that he should change his mind. Does he speak and then not act? Does he promise and not fulfill? 1 Cor.1:9 God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. For chickens scratching in the yard... For dawn, pretty as a postcard... For fresh brewed cuppa joe or tea... For autumn’s awe-evoking hues;... For gardens, bent with granted spoil... For health and strength to tend its Toil... For gourd-shaped miracles we glean... Then turn into supper cuisine... For chickens scratching in the yardFor dawn, pretty as a postcardPerched on earth’s eastward window ledgeMan's witness to For glimpses of God through a glass) by ‘’For ways we are able to copeBecause of one little word, ‘’ as they grin and groanThrough carriages of skin and boneFor oceanic undertowsAs joy and sorrow ebbs and flows For fresh brewed cuppa joe or teaFor love of friends and familyFor faith’s unrivaled happinessBecause For utter grief, because of loveFor knowing God is strong enoughTo long ago , lest ohBy what we see rather than know For autumn’s awe-evoking hues;Crimsons, yellows, bronze, greens and bluesCheering the crooks where petals fellIn summer-long songs of farewell For book-comrade’s fine companyAcquainting likes of you and meWith fellow-compadres, long goneYet, through ink-legacies, live on For gardens, bent with granted spoilFor health and strength to tend its ToilFor gourd-shaped miracles we gleanAnd turn into supper cuisine For so much beauty to beholdFor wonder’s worship, bona fideFor tots who slow oft hurried stride For bliss of heartthrob, humbly stirredBy gifts of butterfly-bloom-birdBy treetops tossing glossy manesNot yet undone by autumn rains For heartfelt hugs as love's tears fallFor firm handshakes that say is all For peace beyond description's pow'rGod reserves for grief's rawest hour For comfort from handwritten artNotes and verses to cheer the heartAnd splash the sunshine of God's smilesThrough people to brighten dark miles  For to trodWhile who deny GodThrong thoroughfares, in vain pursuitOf this world’s unfulfilling fruit For the kinship of Common TaskFor food to eat and clothes to wearAnd hands to hold/fold in thankful prayer Over streams To For all the ‘laugh lines’ that we earnIn the classroom of live-and-learn Receive our As faith’s cornucopia brims …becauseHolds Hope’s storm-battered bark secureBy Sight, no longer darkly glassed we will adoreAs all we wondered at beforeTo God, for all eternity © Janet Martin For bliss of heartthrob, humbly stirredBy gifts of butterfly-bloom-bird... For comfort from handwritten artNotes and verses to cheer the heartAnd splash the sunshine of God's smilesThrough people to brighten dark miles Just a few of a myriad of 'heart art' 💖🙏(and to think that not so long ago I thought it was 'just a card'!!)I'm so sorry for all the 'just a card's I never sent!