Childhood Offerings

frog

© 2011 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

.

Thank you, Lord, for Mom and Dad,

My angelic grandma I loved so;

Abundant sustenance all my life,

Safe environments in which to grow.

.

I cherished my brothers and sisters

Though we fought like cats and dogs.

We played, wrestled and got dirty . . .

I could catch the biggest bull frogs!

.

You gave me a sound body and mind;

I learned well to read and write.

Mostly I behaved quite proper,

A few wrongs but tried to do right.

.

Summer time we got rounded up

Ev’ry year for that Bible school

Met this gentle nice man, Jesus,

Who taught me the Golden Rule.

.

He’s led me down life’s pathways,

Soothed my heart and hell-bound soul;

Cleaned me up one side and another;

Dug me out of that dark, deep hole.

.

The loving heart you gave me, Lord,

I used for lost sisters and brothers.

That forgiving spirit was harder to bear,

But you said we should love one another.

.

Oh, the wisdom in that there Bible;

The tools for us to use in our lives.

I’m finding new ones most every day,

‘specially joys from just being alive.

.

A thankful heart and loving spirit

Is my offering, Lord, back to you.

Reflecting a happier way of life,

And a heart that’s tried and true.

4 comments on “Childhood Offerings

  1. patgarcia says:

    To be able to look back and realize the blessing bestowed upon your life is something to be thankful about. Beautiful poem.
    Shalom aleichem,
    Patricia

  2. andie33 says:

    Great words Jeanne. Loved how you turned your gratitude into an offering!

Comments are closed.