First of all my Lord God, I would
die on my knees.
If I could thank you for all the divine
favor you grant in my life!
All that I am, all that I have.
And all that I will ever get
is because of you great eternal King!
You gave me life from a sacred place.
Yes, the womb of my mother.
From darkness to light!
Secondly, I want to thank you for?
The Inhabitants of that land, Indians.
Who help sustain the pilgrims, English
colonist who settled at Plymouth Rock.
Located in the United states of America
In 1620's pilgrims dying in the-
Bitter freezing winter Indians brought
them furs, turkeys, corn to survive!
When the Devil said I would die.
From a stabbing in my tender lung.
At a very young 14 years of age.
You filled my lung with air, your air.
Thank you Father, Alleluia!!
You brought me from that terrible war
in Vietnam unscratched, in 1965.
I am skipping a lot of years,
heartaches and rivers of tears.
But none of that can compare with
the abundant joy and laughter you give!
When I finished Lord your book,
A twenty nine year work.
Satan attacked me with prostate cancer.
But again Lord of Host you
said not my son, Michael, and I'm alive!
Once again my Lord God I will keep
my attitude of gratitude, in
your altitude and love: Thank YOU!
BLEST THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!!