Thank You, Heavenly Father

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    Today the storm roars through the skies;
    The young green trees bend to its will.
    But I remember yesterday—
    The skies were warm, the leaves were still.
    One day I helped Dad clean the car
    And thought we’d never get it done.
    But now when I remember it,
    It wasn’t hard—’twas more like fun.
    The next time when the skies are dark
    Or I have something hard to do,
    I will remember storm clouds pass;
    Each task once done gets easier too.
    How glad I am for memory.
    I thank Thee for this gift to me.

    [illustrations] Illustrated by Nate Jarvis