Decoy’s Poetry

What do you think you’re worth?
Do you hold yourself up high?
Do you see yourself as lowly?
Either way I wonder why.

What others say and do to you,
can sometimes heal or hurt.
But does it really matter much,
as they too came from dirt.

What does the Lord, our Creator, say?
Now that would hold some meaning.
He who made each one of us,
to which side is He leaning?

He who made the heavens vast,
and the oceans wide and deep,
He who guides and watches us,
all day long and as we sleep.

The Lord our God has set a price,
that for every one of us He paid.
He sent His Son, sweet Jesus Christ,
to died that we’d each be saved.

True enough, He died for all,
to cover our each and every sin.
Yet it’s true, that if just for you,
He’d pay that price again.

Since the Lord did give His Son,
so your soul He could redeem.
It seems to me you’re valued higher,
than anyone’s self esteem.

So when you’re feeling small,
or thinking you’re worth is low.
Remember our Creator’s love for you,
and your true value He did show.

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Thanksgiving meal has come to close,
from the turkey to the pies.
One meal a year we have with those,
we might not see otherwise.

Some came by plane or train and car,
sharing time of giving thanks.
Family came from near and far,
in a kind of joining ranks.

Both family and friends came by,
to cook and visit and eat.
With kids who asked the elders why,
who made the group complete.

We thanked the Lord who gives all,
for the food and friends and fun.
We watched the games of football,
played in rain and snow and sun.

We spoke of those from yesteryear,
we shared our dreams and wishes.
We ate too much as time grew near,
to wash all of the dishes.

All have traveled once more to where,
they are staying for the night.
Some went home, some a room upstairs,
as I sit here by my light.

I think of all that happened here,
as it echoes through my mind.
Praise God for all that I hold dear,
and the joys in it I find.

I sleep not yet, you may have guessed,
as I sit here late at night.
For I, in trials, have still been blessed,
with this poem I had to write.

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