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Being thankful I acknowledge all your blessings, Lord That I had been taking for granted. I realise, it wouldn’t have happened If seeds of faith, I’d deeply planted. Forgive me for belittling the gifts in line Which you’d bestowed, free of cost. Meanwhile, I complained and whined For wishes deprived and hopes lost. Throughout, your mercy shaded my life & countless blessings endlessly flowed. I would’ve been humbled , obliged if positivity & gratitude, I had sowed. Nothing happens purposelessly Not even pricking of a thorn. But to awaken slumbering soul As a faithful has to be reborn
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
Gratitude
Being thankful I acknowledge all your blessings, Lord That I had been taking for granted. I realise, it wouldn’t have happened If seeds of faith, I’d deeply planted. Forgive me for belittling the gifts in line Which you’d bestowed, free of cost. Meanwhile, I complained and whined For wishes deprived and hopes lost. Throughout, your mercy shaded my life & countless blessings endlessly flowed. I would’ve been humbled , obliged if positivity & gratitude, I had sowed. Nothing happens purposelessly Not even pricking of a thorn. But to awaken slumbering soul As a faithful has to be reborn
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
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