In all things give thanks,
this bows my chin to humble every time.
Despite abundance I have yielded to many grumbles.
No need to dig, laid bare before you; the crime.
This is the cultivation of my deepest thanks.
Grace, grace, God’s grace found me.
Grace like a swing on a tree limb,
soothing sway, joyous laughing, free.
robin seeley, 2013