A Harvest Of Grateful

I pause in the valley where the darkness is like night

remember the Lord will still bring a flame unto that vale.

Stop to celebrate the miracle of His provision.

a bountiful grace which blesses in such mercy,

it leaves me to only rejoice with pure praise

for surviving cancer and still having more time,

about the jobs that endured lay offs when others ended,

the joy of financially receiving some debt relief

and a miracle of a chance to write part time.

 

Beyond the months where I didn’t know if cancer

would bring an end before Thanksgiving,

from the anxiety of uncertainty

over how summer might come with unemployment,

silently God touched in so many amazing ways,

not with thunderbolts or the dreams of abundance,

but enough to meet every crisis.

 

On this time when we halt the daily race,

look back at our past then towards the future,

my heart can find the joy from a harvest

when none might have ever grown,

how it makes the time so precious

while I hold my grandson,

so happy I am still around just to have the chance.