Words which take the hard shell of the present
When it feels devoid of nourishment, just hard, just hard
Take it and crack it,
And reveal the sweet meat within it:
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
Though my day is not panning out as it should,
Though my work is not panning out as it should,
Though my nerves are fraying,
And energy and love leaks from my heart,
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
For your goodness endures,
For the sun rises painting the sky,
For the sun sets, making it blaze,
For the mind you given me to praise you,
For the people who love me,
For the people I love,
For this world so full of beauty,
Though all is not as I want it to be,
You take the hard shell of your cantankerous heart,
And with the nutcracker of thanks split it open into joy,
Giving thanks for the glad moments and the hard moments,
For there is nothing He cannot redeem.
Thank you that this world is full of goodness.
Though much is taken,
And much may never be as I want it to be,
Much goodness remains,
And for that: