~*~*~My Party~*~*~
I planned an exclusive party. I worked on my plans lavishly. The theme of my party was "pity" And the only guest was "poor me."
I dwelt upon each hurt and sorrow, And probed all the problems I faced, While each of the slights I had suffered Around me I carefully placed.
I spent endless hours in my misery, Recalling the depth of each pain, As each reappeared it grew larger, Thus causing more pity to gain.
The longer I stayed at my party, The more I felt sorry
for me. And the
lower I sank in depression, The less of real hope I could see.
I reluctantly opened my Bible, And read of God's love and His grace. The Lord touched my heart at that moment, As tears coursed their way down my face.
I started to count all my blessings, And realized as never before, That when I think they're all numbered, The Lord keeps on giving me more.
I prayed to the Lord for forgiveness For failing His mercy
to see. Now I ask
you to join my new party And celebrate God's goodness with me!
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