Thank You, Heavenly Father

By Mabel Jones Gabbott

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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.

    Illustrated by Nate Jarvis