The Holy Alphabet

A   lthough things are not perfect 
B   ecause of trial or pain 
C   ontinue in thanksgiving 
D  o not begin to blame 
E   ven when the times are hard 
F   ierce winds are bound to blow 
G   od is forever able 
H  old on to what you know 
I    magine life without His love 
J    oy would cease to be 
K  eep thanking Him for all the things 
L   ove imparts to thee

M  ove out of "Camp Complaining"

N   o weapon that is known

O   n earth can yield the power 
P   raise can do alone 
Q   uit looking at the future 
R   edeem the time at hand 
S   tart every day with worship 
T  o "thank" is a command 
U  ntil we see Him coming 
V  ictorious in the sky

W  e'll run the race with gratitude 
X  alting God most high 
Y  es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... 
Z  ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!

Poem by Cindy Blackamore