On Living a Grateful Life

I wonder?
    I do wonder, how different things would be for me, if …

If I lived a truly grateful life?

What would it mean to the way I think, the way I act, the way I live,
    if every morning, as my feet hit the cold floor of life,
        I looked into the face of a loving God and said, “Thank you”?

If I got up every morning, and took stock of all I have,
    instead making my pitiful list of all I think I need, 
How would it change me?

For a certainty, it is true:
    The Book says that “every good and perfect gift” comes from His bountiful hand.
        A mind to reason, and strength, to stand.
        The breath in the air.
            The provision and care
                He faithfully shares 
                    With every living creature,
                        (which oddly enough, includes even me.)

Like manna of old, morning by morning,
    I enjoy a daily “provision” for life.

Whether I remember to ask Him, or not.
    Whether I even take notice of Him, or not,
He is there. 

How, I wonder, would things be different,
    If I would just address 
        and confess?
            Yes, confess … the sin of ungratefulness in my life?

Do I even have a clue?

I think not.

Because, … I thank not. 
    Not nearly enough.

“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.” (Ps. 103:2)