The power of positive thinking! By: Denis Martindale

The power of positive thinking,
The impetus within,
The commencing of an inkling,
The joys that make us grin...
The quintessential quickening,
The springboard to success,
The calculator figuring
The odds of happiness...

The hearts that pine for miracles,
The prayers that rise each day,
The hopes and dreams and spectacles,
The visions on the way...
The obstacles to work around,
The setbacks dead ahead,
The courage there, meant to be found,
The answer to our dread...

The burdens carried, problems shared,
The bold tenacity,
The dedication still prepared,
The dazzling energy...
The effervescent faith that flows,
The insights God outpours,
The friendship love that grows and grows,
The Saviour as the source...

The mystical, the spirit realm,
The angels hid from view,
The King of Kings now at the helm,
The grace that guides us through...
The promises the Prophets told,
The truths that they revealed,
The mercy that's as good as gold,
The passing time that's healed...

The future that awaits us all,
The days, weeks, months and years,
The words of brothers like Saint Paul,
The conquering of tears...
The blessings that can make us sing,
The true tranquillity,
The power of positive thinking
God gives to you and me!

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