Gratitude to the One who made me

From You have come the wonderful things
That brought me joy and spread my wings
I soar today above the stabs and stings
That unfriendly bias so often brings.

The lightning that came was looking for me;
You deflected it far and away from me.
The snowstorm stayed miles from my town.
The deluge was gone: I did not drown.

For me the trees are green, with élan
Flowers bloom, their colors transform
Nature to a friendly warmth and charm
A rhapsody in hearts they do perform.

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