My Thanksgiving
I give thanks for God’s righteous holy words.
They are like a flock of soaring singing birds.
They comfort me when I’m lonely and blue,
They ever guide me with saintly virtue.
True tales of trials and woes will inspire
Wisdom they are if we humbly inquire.
With words wafting like fine fragrance
From His Son comes Eternal assurance.
Thanks be to God for saintly kit and kin
Saying hello and how you be doin.
I thank God for a sound roof overhead
I thank Jehovah God for food and bed
I thank God for modern technology
And the wonders of living biology
And doctors and nurses and those that give care
Striving to make my living more than fair
I thank Mighty God for the home of the free
Where we can say yay or nay and bend the knee.
I thank God for my gentle and amazing wife
Whose goal and wish is giving me the good life.
There is much more to thank Jehovah for
But I give glad thanks He doesn’t keep score.
Where is It?
I am awake. I hear breathing, a rustling, and rapid heart beats. I scent odors of perspiration, colognes, and perfumes. I feel cold tile beneath my bare feet. I feel electric signals coursing throughout my frame. I sense a fluid traveling the tubing of my structure.
Lastly, my eyes open processing a large water filled fish tank. I begin processing a new, but primitive sensation. I have sufficient data to ascertain the primitive sensation and to create an inquiry, however I lack sufficient data to alleviate the sensation. My inquiry created imagery. I turn to my baguette, Dr. Genesis, I inquire, "Where's the John?"