Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
when the alarm rings,
Thank you, Lord, that I can
hear.
There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against
the morning light as long as possible,
Thank you,
Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off
rising,
Thank you Lord, that I have the strength to
rise.
There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is
hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned and
tempers are short, my children are so loud
Thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks
like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at
times unbalanced,
Thank you, Lord, for the food
we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job is often
monotonous,
Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity
to work.
There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate
from day to day and wish my circumstances were
not so modest,
I
thank you, Lord, for life.
