PRAYER OF THANKS

Bobby O


                 Prayer of Thanks
Be thy saint or sinner, runner up or winner, may ye bask in God's grace, ever thankful for our wondrous bounty of food, of friends , and family. Smiled on by Blessings Bestowed, our eyes tilt and shine humbly toward the heavenly sky, as We, Dear Lord, say Thank You with a joyful cry!

  • Author: Bobby O (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2024 18:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Updated 2024 version
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • sorenbarrett

    Bobby, this is a beautiful poem of gratitude and is Confucius said gratitude is this beginning seed for all virtues. Most people are not that grateful but are gluttonous and consume without thought. I love this poem. It is very well written and polished. It shines like a small diamond.

    • Bobby O

      I read and I smiled. I must confess that my intention was to post it on Wednesday and suggest if people did not have a family grace already chosen as a ritual or tradition insert this and read it cause it can fit almost any situation, but I missed that deadline. Somehow, I know how but and I can post it till after people ate on Thursday most likely so I’ve dropped the ball, but I posted it anyway and I really do. Thank you for your words. It is short, but I popped around with it a lot to get it to where I was like. OK if it’s readable thanks thanks a lot Mr. mister mister thank you.

      • arqios

        Some people pray after the meal, because by then they would have something in them to be truly grateful for! (Chuckles not required) Have an awesome Thanksgiving!

      • arqios

        And may we not kill each other before dinner is over and the dessert has been supped on with delight. BTW, that baking tin is quite realistic, awesome painter, that!

        • Bobby O

          Yo A , just like King Kong you got going on I’m Bobby yo let me kick my credential. I’m an old player been bred in Chi central yeah I was lucky. I never caught the hard time now I’m running for eight gonna bust Stoke rhyme. Oh, I hear a noise in the background. That’s the sound of my coffee grounds they done so it’s time to sip some Joe and I remind you one more time my name is Bobby oh



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