Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
when the alarm rings each morning
Thank you Lord, that I can hear.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed
against the morning lights as long as possible,
Thank you Lord, that I can see
Even though I huddle in my bed,
and put off the physical effort of rising,
Thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise,
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers are short,
Thank you Lord, for my family.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures
in the ladies magazines,
And the menu is at times unbalanced,
Thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
Even though the routine
of my job is often monotonous
Thank you Lord, for the opportunity to work.
Even though I grumble and bemoan
My fate from day to day,
And wish my modest circumstances
Were not quite so modest,
I thank you Lord, for the gift of life.
 naibesmelaire2303 · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 05:49am · 0 Comments |
