A thankful heart wears gold smile
We are the field with bountiful harvest
A deceitful mind scorn pass byers
They're greedy with the seed they sow
They call me names in my face
Thought I was going to be hateful, am not
They hate my guts and prove it
Thought I was going to return their hate
I am too favoured to wear a frown
Why will I bother over mere mortals
I am favoured with unmerited crown
Why will I not make melody to God
Make peace like melody from strings of violin
Make peace all thankful heart, hate is a broken cord
Matthias Pantaleon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thankful-37/
