On Gratitude!

Born sinner, still is, yet a winner. Not by thy power but His.

His undying mercies and grace upon thy life.

Absolutely undeserving of it, still rife with blessings.

Of life, of hope, of better days to come; His assurance.

Nuth’n I do warranties His Mercy yet a guarantee of them, He does.
Indeed humbled,thy soul is.
For nuth’n I do can repay His grace over my life.
Me, a sinner, a mortal whose portal to Heaven He’s opened for me to reach Him by virtue of my prayers on my knees

Yet again as the sinner thy is, proud to kneel, He strikes me not
but reminds me of His love through the beating of my heart
So if I do forget, put a fist to my chest and feel His love, His assurance of hope for me.

So God if I do forget how you love me so, let this poem be a reminder of how grateful I am to be a creation of yours!