11/05/2026
The Alchemist of the Soul
When shadows stretch across your day,
And thorns begin to crowd the way,
It’s easy to let the spirit tire,
And drown the heart in cynical fire.
We count the scars, the debts, the rain,
And build a monument to pain,
Forgetting that the breath we hold
Is worth more than a chest of gold.
The Shift in Sight
Why dwell upon the missing piece,
And grant your heavy heart no lease?
To grumble is to dim the sun,
To mourn the battles yet unwon.
But look toward the One who gave
the light, the life, the strength to brave;
For every trial that tests your skin
Is matched by grace that flows within.
The Power of Praise
Gratitude is the quiet key
That sets the shackled spirit free.
Complaining builds a fortress wall;
Thanksgiving makes the giants fall.
Faith is seeing, through the mist,
The thousand ways that you are kissed
By mercies new with every rise
Of morning light across the skies.
A Higher Perspective
Turn your "why" into a "thank you" prayer,
For even in the thinnest air,
The Almighty weaves a grand design
Where every jagged thread will shine.
So lift your eyes from dust and debris,
To the Architect of all you see;
When you praise the Giver, not the gift,
You’ll feel the heavy mountains lift.
The Lesson:
> A heart of thanks is a heart of power; it blooms in the desert and sings in the tower.
Stop counting what’s gone and start naming what’s true: the love of the Maker is holding you.>