Give thanks for small things, don't belittle,
The blessings God's bestowed, so true,
Often taken for granted, oh so brittle,
Yet unmentioned in your prayers, it's due.
Give thanks for hope, a forward riddle,
Quit lamenting past, it's in rear view,
Celebrate the treasure, your heart's fiddle,
Not the ones that seem askew.
Be thankful for the present's middle,
Where you stand today, with skies so blue,
From here, divine plans gently twiddle,
Guiding towards dreams, bright and new.
Rejoice in others' joy, don't belittle,
For happiness shared, it will accrue,
In these acts of gratitude, a cosmic spittle,
Reflecting blessings on you, like morning dew.
