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I'm thankful that I have a home,
A quiet place to call my own--
Not homeless, wandering around.
I count my blessings; they abound!
Others live in constant fear
Of bombs and missiles coming near.
Children wail and parents cry;
Heaps of rubble meet the eye.
Isis mows the Christians down;
There's much trouble all around.
Racial hatred, great offense--
None of it makes any sense.
I'm thankful for our country dear
In spite of all the wrong that's here.
To live in freedom -- oh how blessed!
May families live in godliness.
July 21, 2015
Copyright © 2016 Elaine Beachy
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