JOHN HENRY JOWETT was an Anglican Missionary and Author who lived 1787-1855. He worked in Malta, Syria, and Palestine.
"Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road."
AS I PAINT MY PICTURE
How often I have walked my day with a chip on my shoulder
Too often I have entertained regrets as I grow older
So often I have found a way to paint my world black
Far too many times I lived for looking back
Then just like a bolt of lightening reality strikes my thoughts
So often I'd been thankful for the many breaks I caught
Most people in my life brought me joy instead of pain
So many blessings to count each day that will remain
The sun will be there tomorrow, this fact I choose know
The dark nights will be sprinkled with the brightest stars aglow
Flowers will rise above any weeds that dare to grow
Refreshing it will be with the cool winds that blow
Blue skies will replace the memories that feed my regrets
Children's laughter will be a reason for the joy life begets
Accomplishments I remember will erase my youthful errors
And I know along with my loved ones, God still cares
As I paint my final picture during my twilight years
I will use the brightest colors replacing any lingering tears
Flowers will represent the gratitude that blossoms in my soul
A rainbow will depict my spirit, not the fact I'm growing old
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