copyright Bob Hostetler
Okay, Father, since I'm pretty doggone quick to complain and protest when my frequent prayers for wisdom seem to fall on deaf ears,
when the wheels seem to be falling off my wagon,
I must thank you now for those times--like just recently--
when you seem to be greasing the wheels
and making my way smooth.
You've given wisdom,
you've granted success,
you've brought clarity to my mind
and peace to my heart,
and I say thank you.
Thank you.
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