Thanksgiving Hymn

For a lady who loves and supports me heart and soul.
For a father who has worked past exhaustion to clothe and feed me.
For a mother who cooked hot meals for me for two decades.
For a mind that is functional.
For a body free of genetic defects.
For eyes that see.
For ears that hear.
For a mouth that sings and speaks.
For a filled stomach.
For shoes without holes.
For a country that recognizes natural and extra-patrimonial rights.
For a peace that surpasses understanding.
For a world in living, breathing colors.
For a heart that beats without my effort.
For little sisters that have grown up to be beautiful and godly.
For younger brothers that are strong and mature.
For various sounds somehow arranged to make music.
For a sun that rises and sets every day.
For the rain that falls on the just and the unjust.
For the miracle of language.
For the faith of children.
For new mercies every morning.
For a chance at life.
For the sorrowful and joyous passion of the only Son of God.

Thanksgiving and praise. Glory in the Highest. To Yeshua my Messiah.