Give thanks, my soul

By Poet Rolin Migyuel Cadallo Obina

Give thanks, my soul, for the food on our table,
For the dried fish that’ve been served,
And for the bread the children shared.

Shout your praise, my weary soul,
And sing with gladness and joy,
For the bed you rest upon, and the roof above your head.

Leave your doubts behind for God will provide,
The sun will rise, the children will play,
Surely rain will pour on this summer’s day.

Throw your fears away, set it all aside,
Like the birds that flip its wings, playing with the fishermen,
A piece of fish when shared, becomes food for many and one.

The world is colorful, not just red nor blue,
There’s green and purple and all the colors of the rainbow,
When you’re happy and you’re grateful, the world will smile with you.

Soon this will be over, this fear of hunger,
Our questions of where to go after will soon be answered,
Never lose hope, my soul, for nothing is impossible, for God, the King of all.

Lift your worries to God for He will never abandon us,
Learn to share your gifts, even the little ones,
A bread divided can feed a multitude of men.