
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
When the alarm rings each morning
Thank you Lord, that I can hear
There are those who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed
Against the morning lights as long as possible
Thank you Lord, that I can see
There are those who are blind.
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
There are many who are bedfast.
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
There are many who are lonely.
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
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 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.

Wishing you and yours a joyous season
Filled with Thanks and Giving
God Bless Us, Everyone!

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