I thank you for the mundane things,
The cock that crows, the bird that sings,
In mornings that days begin;
The food that fills, the thirst that’s quenched,
The rain that has me completely drenched,
E’n in places I’ve never been.
I thank you for a perfect day,
The brief repose, pain kept at bay,
The joys that come with it;
The quick, glad light of friendly eyes,
The burning tear that sanctifies,
The promise – eternal rest inherit.
I thank you for the grace to be,
Close beside those needing me,
The gleam of hope in loss;
The nudge to my soul, when on to err,
The spirit teaching me to hear,
For strength to bear my cross.