After my mom passed away, God is the only one I count on.
I realize God is the one who loves me the most.
My fear, my worry, my feelings, God knows everything.
God’s blessing are enormous that I lose count.
I am always grateful to God for everything.
As weak as a human, I am often strayed from what I should do.
My gratefulness sometimes isn’t shaped well.
Taken God’s Love and Mercy for granted, I often forget the way.
But I always know that,
My life is for God to take.
All my belongings are gifts from God.
I came from nothing and shall return to nothing.
God’s rage is what I fear the most.
I am always thankful for God’s guidance and reminds.
I am thankful for this life.