Thanksgiving, The WD-40 of Faith
Despair rusts my resolve.
Construction of new life halts,
whenÂ tears of losingÂ oxidize into
The strength of my steel,
tested too long, flake away,
weakening exposed beams.
Thankfulness is my WD-40.
When worked into my frame
I remember Your goodness.
You built a firm foundationÂ of
faith, hope, and love.
No matter the damage I withstand,
I can count on the sturdiness of my God.
Thank you Terri! How has thanksgiving been your WD-40?