Poetry I Wrote Feeling Gratitude in a Life of Faith.

I was like a twig
standing among trees.
Of sticks in the forest,
the least of these.
Was a simple lot,
I had known.
No fruit or leaves,
and yet fully grown.
A year of drought,
no water found.
All among us
starved in the ground.
Except for me,
the least of these,
found by You, a shepherd,
as You herded Your sheep.
You cared for me,
as if from Your seed.
You gave cool shelter,
watered my need.
And my only debt
asked to pay you,
was a debt
of having gratitude.

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