Gods Blessings

Be encouraged and reminded by reading these poems of the many of God's blessings that we all receive each and every day. Sometimes we just have to open our eyes to see God's blessings in our lives. At times we may feel God has forgotten us however if you look around you will see that He is with you each and every day. From the sunshine to the rain He provides, from each breath He gives us, for the people who love us and surround us with- each a blessing of God.

We hope these poems about God's blessings remind you of this.


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  1. All My Help From God
    Poet: J. J. Thorne


    God's love and mercy gave my birth,
    God blessed me on my mother's arm;
    God blessed my mother to love me.
    To her heart I was a charm.

    God blessed me in the cradle,
    God blessed my days of youth;
    God blessed me with a mother and father.
    That always taught me the truth.

    God gave me life, health and strength,
    And eyes that I might see;
    Every blessing of my life
    God has handed down to me.

    God blessed me with a conscience.
    To guide my steps day by day;
    Yet am an alien vile and blind.
    Open my heart to know thy way.

    God has blessed me twenty-eight years of age.
    Blessed my arm with a poet's hand;
    How my pencil has written this book,
    'Tis more than my heart can understand.



  2. Our Blessings
    Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox


    Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
    That touched me with fingers of love,
    I thought of the manifold blessings
    God scatters on earth, from above;
    And they seemed, as I numbered them over,
    Far more than we merit, or need,
    And all that we lack is the angels
    To make earth a heaven indeed.

    The winter brings long, pleasant evenings,
    The spring brings a promise of flowers
    That summer breathes into fruition,
    And autumn brings glad, golden hours.
    The woodlands re-echo with music,
    The moonbeams ensilver the sea;
    There is sunlight and beauty about us,
    And the world is as fair as can be.

    But mortals are always complaining,
    Each one thinks his own a sad lot;
    And forgetting the good things about him,
    Goes mourning for those he has not.
    Instead of the star-spangled heavens,
    We look on the dust at our feet
    We drain out the cup that is bitter,
    Forgetting the one that is sweet.

    We mourn o'er the thorn in the flower,
    Forgetting its odour and bloom;
    We pass by a garden of blossoms,
    To weep o'er the dust of the tomb.
    There are blessings unnumbered about us, -
    Like the leaves of the forest they grow;
    And the fault is our own - not the Giver's -
    That we have not an Eden below.



  3. Blessings He'll Shower On You
    Poet: Greta Zwaan, 2018


    What will happen when your time
    runs out and all your strength ebbs away?
    When all the things on earth obtained have come to the point of decay?
    When you cannot rise with the morning sun and
    the night seems as long as the day?
    When the strength of your youth is no longer your source
     and all your plans go astray?

    I know the results when you try to achieve the goals that you set long ago,
    That you're sure with hard work you could reach for the top,
    Yet there's so much in life you don't know.
    You trust in your skills; you honour your wealth;
    your mind is filled with ideas;
    You live at fast pace with no room to make friends;
    being idle you call a disease.

    But I want to warn you, your time is quite brief,
    in a moment it's all whisked away.
    Take heed to this warning while you still have time;
    this could be your final day!
    Someone will claim what you now call your own,
    things that consumed all your health.
    Where is the gain when you cannot enjoy even one day of your wealth?

    All that you have, all that you own, really is not yours to claim -
    The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof;
    the deed is made out in His name.
    Be wary my friend, prepare for the day,
    give unto God what is due;
    Give Him your heart, give Him your dreams;
    great blessings He'll shower on you.



  4. We learn to walk in the will of God we will learn to see the blessings God has given us and be more grateful. Heather Bixler


  5. Thanksgiving
    by Rae Cross


    Thanksgiving is a state of mind,
    It isn't a feast or a day;
    It's the joy you feel within your heart
    For blessings God sends your way.

    It's the knowledge that God is good,
    That His is a boundless supply;
    That you need but to ask in faith
    To make all your good multiply.

    Whenever you're prompted to praise
    As you kneel in the silence to pray —
    When joy and love call forth your thanks-
    You are proclaiming Thanksgiving Day.



  6. Every man shall give as he is able, according to the blessing of the LORD your God which He has given you. Deuteronomy 16:17


  7. If You Can't Find Joy
    Poet: Greta Zwaan, 2008

    If you can't find joy in your daily life, have you walked away from the source?
    Are you letting your problems fill up your heart, are you living in daily remorse?
    Does your life feel empty, unchallenged and dull?
     Is fulfillment not treasure enough?
    Do you feel rejected unneeded, dismayed; is your road so lonely and rough?

    Are you searching for treasures beyond your reach, for goals you cannot obtain?
    Are you placing your trust in the gold of this world - a substance that will not remain?
    Have you been persuaded that life is fulfilled when power is in your control?
    Are you surrounded by thoughts of success to the point you've forgotten your soul?
    Have you not heard that man is but dust and all earthly efforts are vain?
    Are you so centered on what you achieve that other's advice you disdain?
    What will you do when your plans are fulfilled?
    Will you sit back in your pride and your glee?
    Will you tell the whole world of what you've achieved and proudly shout,
     "World! Look at me!"?

    Friend, I must tell you, your works aren't your own,
    there's nothing on earth you possess,
    You may have titles to deeds and great wealth, things here on earth to caress.
    But God is the owner, Creator of all, who allows you this privilege, this joy.
    It's here for a moment and gone in a flash, so quickly time comes to destroy.

    Lay not up treasures down here on earth, let not this be your concern.
    Life in eternity holds your rewards, investments that bring great return.
    Give back to God all that is His, not just the things you can spare,
    You'll find more fulfillment, more peace in your heart,
    when you willingly give what you share.

    God will reward you for giving to Him, more than your heart could request;
    His shovel is bigger than any sized pails, be ready to be richly blessed.



  8. Don't complain about the dark times; there's a blessing in the dark places. God is working something in your life that can only be worked in the fire of affliction. Joel Osteen


  9. Does Supply My Needs
    by J. I. Cover

    Oh Lord to Thee on high
    Who does my needs supply,
    I raise my song.
    Thy mercies full and free
    On every hand I see,
    Thy tender care for me
    To keep from wrong.

    I praise Thee that Thy grace
    Saves from a fallen race
    Who come to Thee.
    Thy power can make me whole
    And fully save my soul;
    Where ceaseless ages roll,
    There I may be.

    May all who know Thy ways,
    All join in songs of praise,
    Thy name to own.
    Guide us along the way,
    That we may never stray,
    Till we may praise and pray
    Around Thy throne.



  10. Whole-life generosity starts with having your imagination captured by a vision of the rich blessings God pours out on you. Rene Schlaepfer


  11. Praise God
    Poet: Dinah Maria Mulock Craik


    "Praise God from whom all blessings flow."
    Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
    The Lord who takes — the Lord who gives —
    O praise him, all that dies, and lives.

    He opens and he shuts his hand,
    But why, we cannot understand.
    Pours and dries up his mercies' flood,
    And yet is still All-perfect Good.

    And when, the tempest passing by,
    He gleams out, sun-like, through our sky.
    We look up and, through black clouds riven,
    We recognize the smile of Heaven.

    Ours is no wisdom of the wise.
    We have no deep philosophies;
    Childlike we take both kiss and rod,
    For he who loveth knoweth God.


  12. The Retreat
    Poet: Gertrude S. Dupper

    I carry in my mind a picture clear —
    A low and rambling house; its people dear.
    It nestles by a gently rolling hill,
    And though I'm far away I hear the trill
    Of red birds; hear a purling brooklet sing
    Along the broad lawn's edge — its source a spring.
    I see the willow with its outflung arm
    Stand sentry-like as though to guard from harm
    Here water cress grows satin green, and moss
    All those who would this crystal-clear stream cross.
    Like velvet sheathes its banks, and reaches where
    The Rose of Sharon marches tall and fair,
    Along the sloping pathway to the door.
    And inside there is peace, a goodly store.
    All mine from which to draw when nerves and mind
    Are taut and weary from the daily grind.
    Ah! soon, I'll leave the city and its noise
    To steep my heart in peace, regain my poise
    Among these friends who carry faith's torch high.
    Upon whose simple home God's blessings lie.

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