to praise God

Poem:
"The ABC's of Thanksgiving"
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 time at time.
S tart everyday 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 will be good times, and yes some will be bad, but
Z ion waits in glory -- where none are ever sad!