Sonnet of Thanks

I sit upon a bed alone at night

And ponder what my life has come to be.

Think of the things that never turn out right

And all the things on earth that I should flee.

My Mind! My Mind! Abandon all your fears!

Let go of your own plans that always fail.

Look to the One who wipes away your tears,

Who saved your soul from endless fiery hell.

There’s One who’s steadfast love always remains

And answers when you cry out from the deep.

And even when He strikes you down in pain,

In His own hands your soul He ever keeps.

My Soul! My Soul! Sing praises day and night.

Give thanks to God who dwells in glorious light.