This poem was written by my grandfather, Laurance W. Long.

How thankful I am Christ died and bled!
How thankful I am His blood was shed!
My sins He bore to set me free…
He freely gave His life for me!

How thankful I am His Word did plea,
“All ye that labor come unto Me.”
In great distress, to Him I cried…
My cry was heard and blood applied!

“How thankful, my Lord,” I often repeat;
But will I lay my life at His feet?
He gave His life, His live, His all;
Will I give mine and heed His call?

“How thankful,” I say when all is well;
But sinners are dying and going to hell!
“Go ye … pray ye” His Spirit does plead…
How thankful am I who know the need?

How pleased, I’m sure, my Lord will be
When He can say “Well done” to me.
Take, use my life, dear Lord, I pray,
For that’s how thankful I am today.