I thank you for wild flowers and
For lady bugs and bumblebees,
For planes that fly the seven seas,
And mice that nibble at our cheese.
I thank you for the babies small,
For the common folks that heed the call,
For men that grow so straight and tall,
And for the Christ who died for all.
I thank you for the cool of night,
For colors in the northern light,
For oceans reaching out of sight,
And for the thunder’s savage might.
I thank you for the new fallen snow,
For hearth fires warm, comforting glow,
For winds that whistle mean,
and blow, And for rooster’s timely crow.
I thank you for the frost on roofs,
For frozen ground and noisy hoofs,
For fattening swine and his “Wuff Wuffs”,
And he never seems to get enough.
I thank you for the barley sheaves,
For wrens that twitter on the eaves,
For webs the busy spider weaves,
And chipmunks bouncing through the leaves.
I thank you for neighbors and more,
For the slamming of a new screen door,
For flies come in when it gets tore,
With kittens meowing their “What for”.
I thank you for your great rainbow,
For apple sauce and cookie dough,
For garden seeds to plant and grow,
And mother singing soft and low.
I thank you for the quaint toadstool,
For children coming home from school,
For saints that keep the golden rule,
And fleecy clouds that keep us cool.
I thank you for the old grape vine,
For winding roads and steep incline,
For hemlock, birch with southern pine,
And you remind me it’s all mine.
Now who from my poor hands can rend,
Or who can greater riches lend?
Let me, Thy humble servant, tend,
This royal kingdom without end.
I hide my guilty head in shame,
When doubt doth dim my Saviour’s fame,
And I accept a lesser name,
Unmindful of just why He came.
I think of arguing and hate,
Of threats that could pronounce a fate.
There’s no reward for such a date,
And I would loose my thankful state.
I thank you for the things about,
As these we could not do without.
We’re healthy and vigorous and stout,
Forbid that we should ever doubt.
I thank you for the abiding part,
Where, Spirit born, we make our start,
By claiming an immortal heart.
Thus, from here on, our lives you chart,
Thank you for those to be,
And thank you for converting me.