In this traditional season of Thanksgiving, when a second wave of the Corona pandemic is knocking at our door.  When troubles multiply and anxieties pervade…let us take heart from these words of notorious hope from the Prophet Habakkuk.  And then be inspired with a Thanksgiving poem by Corrie Walker

“Though the fig tree does not bud
And there are no grapes on the vines,
Though the olive crop fails
And the fields produce no food,
Though there are no sheep in the pen
And no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Saviour.”
– Habakkuk 3:17-18 –




In everything give thanks
It’s what the Bible says to do.
I thought, “Well that sounds easy,”
‘Til I wondered what I’d do.
If all the lights were darkened,
All our energy was lost,
There were no more heaters running
And I was stuck out in the frost.

I imagined myself freezing
Even left out in the rain,
And thought, “What if there was no more shelter
To hide me from this pain?”
And then how hard it would be
To find some food somewhere,
My empty tummy crying out
It would be more than I could bear.

But even in this gloomy
And pitiful imagination
I realized I had not left out
My friends from this equation.
So then, of course, I pictured.

All of this again
With loneliness, no family,
Not even just one friend.
I asked myself how I’d give thanks
If all these things were true,
And hope became an empty thing
Until I thought of You.  Of what Your Word has promised,
What Your Bible says is true.

You said:I’ll never leave or forsake you.
And though the mountains be removed
And the earth falls into the sea
I am still with you. My love is everlasting.
I am your shield and great reward.  I have chosen you and kept you.
I have given you a sword.
I pour water on the thirsty.
I bind up the broken-hearted.
Though you turned your face against Me,
I have loved you from the start.
I have given you the garment of salvation for your clothes.
Every tear you’ve ever cried,
And all your pain My soul knows well.
And I have made a way to keep you.
No one plucks you from my hand.
I cannot lie.
I can’t deceive you, for I am not a man.”

It is with these words the Lord had spoken
That I finally understood.
All I’ll ever need in this life is only in His hand.
It’s true, most of us don’t comprehend real need
We are truly blessed.
But when’s the last time we asked ourselves,
“If all is gone, what is left?”
So even if this life brings pain
And all possessions tank
In everything or nothing,
He’s the reason to give thanks.

     …by Corrie Walker


May your fall days ahead be filled with a deep sense of thanksgiving and joy.


Gordon Dirks

President, Corpath