give thanks,
for the rising of the sun
and the pouring of the rain
the storm thunders,
the quiet waters
seasons that come and go,
the promise behind the rainbow
and the flood that taught us
what we know

for the silence of the shadows
that reminds us of the learnings from the past,
and the voices that guide us through the night
the wounds that were already healed
and those that are still open,
yet to be sealed

unwrapping the gifts of favor, I find joy
but also in the unanswered prayers
that endowed me with faith and patience,
missed opportunities that turned out
to be His protection
I give thanks
for the circumstances that seem to be frustrating
by the time being
and the struggles that made me
trust Him all the more

for the people connected
and those who drifted
He has saved me from my own
when I accepted that which once was sweet,
His soft hands bring comfort
yet I rejoice
in the counsel of His tough love

gratitude has been my greatest friend
for it taught me how to love
and accept not only the beautiful things,
but mostly brokenness
and its process that orchestrates
the most beautiful song
my heart could ever sing

I give thanks to all these,
though I may not understand some,
and some revealed,
I rest in peace knowing
that in everything
His hands are working