thank you

I thank you, dear God, for a lot of things;
For flowers that bloom and a bird that sings.
For falling leaves and a wind that blows;
The green, green grass and white, white snows.
For a sun that shines and a rain that falls,
Moonlight nights and whip-poor-will calls;
For strength and health and loving friends;
Courage to keep going, and fear that ends;
Food when hungry, water when dry,
A bed when tired and stars in the sky;
Rise up in the morning to a day so bright;
A prayer in the evening and a peaceful night;
And You, dear God, to watch over me,
In spite of my problems, I want to thank Thee.

- Mildred Wickliff -