I sat on the deck this afternoon after church with a plate of leftovers. I started to eat, and then remembered to thank God, to “say grace” for the meal. Sometimes “saying grace” is perfunctory. Sometimes it’s seen as a duty. Today– it just flowed out of what was flowing in. And out came the poem between bites of spaghetti. Blessings to you and yours this day!

“Saying Grace…”

For the fresh gentle breeze on this warm November day

For the rustle of the leaves flying every which way

For the sunlight that warms and encourages me to say-

I say grace, oh your grace, draws me near

For the gusts of wind that come out of the blue

For the colors so bright that are in full view

for the birds all around singing their own tune

I say grace, oh your grace, helps me hear

Hear the still small voice growing louder within

Sense your presence that refreshes like the wind

Feel the warmth of the sunlight on my skin

I say grace, oh your grace, is right here

Thank you Lord for reminders in full view

Reminders of hope, and grace, what’s true

Reminders of the utmost grace- it’s you

I see grace, I say grace loud and clear

And I thank You that

You hear.

Yes, I thank You that You hear.

By His Grace ~
Heather