A Poem of Resurrection Thanks

Grant me, Lord, a heart of thanks
and gratitude to stay
the tide of selfish murmurings
that often plague my way.

Blameless I would rather be
though dwelling in the midst
of crooked men despising life
and walking in darkness.

Breaking forth into the fray
a beam of light declares
there is a greater word of truth
transcending worldly cares.

Christ who died now lives again
his power knows no bounds
for though the fiends of hell laid siege
they could not keep him down.

From beneath the weight of sin
that deigned to crush and kill
the Son of God with cruel hate
he rose and reigneth still.

I would bury once for all
the sin that clouds my mind
with thoughts that burden, weigh me down,
and chain me to their lies.

Crush them, Lord, so I may run
and labor not in vain
to shine a full and glorious life
till Christ returns again.

Living now by faith poured out –
it is my offering –
Be glad, rejoice with me today
with hearts of thanksgiving.

Inspired by Philippians 2:14-18,
“Do all things without grumbling or disputing, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain. Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all. Likewise you also should be glad and rejoice with me.”