Wednesday, September 16, 2015


Not only in the morning Lord, or when I lay me down to rest
Or at a table bent with food, or when your ‘yes’ pleases my quest
Not only when my cup is full of music and the gifts of earth
Or limbs are full of strength and mouths are full of laughter’s mirth
Not only in the harvest Lord, or in the summertime of strife
Or at a pew with pious prayer or at the suppertime of life
But every day in every way no matter how You deem to bless
Lord, let my every moment be an offering of Thankfulness

© Janet Martin


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!