A poem of heartfelt gratitude to God, written in free-verse poetic form:
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O Giver of breath, I bow in quiet wonder
for the steady pulse that still dances in my chest.
You painted health into these limbs,
so they carry me through dawn and dusk without complaint.
For the gift of learning—open books, patient teachers,
a mind that learned to question and to kneel in awe.
I thank You for the warm circle called family,
parents whose hands first held me, whose love never wavered.
For siblings who laughed with me, fought with me,
and still choose to walk beside me.
You sheltered me beneath this roof,
walls that keep out rain, a home that holds our stories.
Grateful for the work that finds my hands each morning,
a job that lets me rise, contribute, grow.
For the salary that turns into rice on the table,
clothes on our backs, school fees paid, small kindnesses shared.
Thank You for friends—those rare, steady souls
who see my flaws and still stay, still call me by name.
Every sunrise reminds me: nothing here was owed.
All of it—grace upon grace—flowed from Your open hand.
So here I stand, small and full, whispering thanks
into the One who gave me everything worth loving.
