making melody to him with tambourine and lyre." Psalm 149:3
with legs wearied
from riding a new
bicycle, and those
worn out from taking
the holiday detritus
to the bins,
with arms sore from
throwing grandkids
into the air over and over
and with backs aching
late into the evening,
with eyes overflowing
with tears as family
departs until next year
and hearts needing
stain glass windows crafted
in the broken cracks,
we lift our praise to you,
God of our hearts and hopes.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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