The Christian Alphabet poem
A lthough things are not perfect,
B ecause of trial or pain.
C ontinue in thanksgiving,
D o not begin to blame.
E ven when the times are hard.
F ierce winds are bound to blow,
G od is forever able,
H old on to what you know.
I magine life without His love,
J oy would cease to be.
K eep thanking Him for all the things,
L ove imparts to thee.
M ove out of "Camp Complaining",
N o weapon that is known.
O n earth can yield the power,
P raise can do alone.
Q uit looking at the future,
R edeem the time at hand.
S tart every day with worship,
T o "thank" is a command.
U ntil we see Him coming,
V ictorious in the sky.
W e'll run the race with gratitude,
X alting God most high.
Y es, there will be good times
and yes some will be bad, but....
Z ion waits in glory.. where none is ever sad! Too blessed to be
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the
distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels
to the Lord can stand up to anything. Read slowly to experience
and enjoy this poem and then pass it along to someone you care about.
Don't worry about what's ahead.
Just go as far as you can go - from there you can see farther.