Thank You, Heavenly Father

By Mabel Jones Gabbott

Today the storm roars through the skies;

The young green trees bend to its will.

But I remember yesterday—

The skies were warm, the leaves were still.

One day I helped Dad clean the car

And thought we’d never get it done.

But now when I remember it,

It wasn’t hard—’twas more like fun.

The next time when the skies are dark

Or I have something hard to do,

I will remember storm clouds pass;

Each task once done gets easier too.

How glad I am for memory.

I thank Thee for this gift to me.

Illustrated by Nate Jarvis