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| Even though I clutch my blanket and growl When the alarm rings each morning, Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed Against the morning light as long as possible, Thank you, Lord, that I can see. There are many who are blind Even though I huddle in my bed And put off the effort of rising, Thanh you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise Ther are many who are bedridden. Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, When socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers short, Thank you, Lord, for my family. Even though our breakfast table never looks like The pictures in the 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, Thank you, Lord, for the gift of life. |
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| THANK YOU, LORD |