Even though I clutch my blanket and groan when the alarm rings loudly
each morning, I thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are those are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed against the morning light as long
as possible, I thank you, Lord , that I can see. There are many 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, 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 gripe and bemoan my fate from day to day, and
wish my modest circumstances were not quite so modest, thank you, Lord,
for the gift of life.
Ken Tyler
0 Comments