My GODS answer to my recent prayer request ------> No cancer in my thyroid Just taking thyroid medication for a super under active thyroid :-) Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ. Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain; Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse. All that Spring with bounteous hand Scatters o’er the smiling land; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o’erflowing stores. These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear; Should the fig tree’s blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit, Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her store; Though the sickening flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall, Yet to Thee my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And, when every blessing’s flown Love Thee for Thyself alone.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 05:38:32 +0000
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