A Psalm of Thanksgiving
I will rise early in the morning
O Lord, to give thanks.
Though I have walked in iniquity,
You have stalked me in stealth
As a Mighty Hunter stalks his prey.
Though I have lived in joy
Within the camp of the enemy,
You have loved me.
You have saved me from my own wisdom.
I will lift my voice in thanksgiving.
Years have I wander the earth
In search of pleasure and wealth.
But wealth you have hidden from me.
For this I give thanks, and praise your name.
You have shown me in my golden years
That gold and silver are only
The tangible display of how I spent my time.
Time spent in doing your will
O Lord, carries no golden fruit,
But the fruit of knowledge,
And a life everlasting with You.
I will give thanks for
The gratitude of others,
The smile of a child,
The warmth of shelter,
The love of a spouse,
The trill of a bird,
Another day to experience
the wonders of your Love.
But most of all I would give thanks
For your everlasting Love.
Love that know no bounds
Towards the sinner that I am.
Thank you Lord for pursuing me
with your offers of Love
Even through my days of rejecting and spurning of that Love
Thank you for tackling me to the ground in Love.
Thank you for wooing me as no other.
Thank you for your untiring efforts to bring me Salvation.
Your name be praised for the rest of my days,
And may words of Thanksgiving be continually on my lips.
A Psalm of Don, a modern psalmist