For all the gifts You’ve given me
My heart will ever grateful be
Much thanks for joys You’ve brought to me
It is all there, the world may see !
I’ll not complain when troubles call
For there are days the rain must fall
I’ll rise above the misty pall
To whisper thanks to God et al.
Sometimes I waken with a fright
And pray I make it through the night
The morning brings its sweet delight
Wings bearing hope now in my sight !
Claire V. Bogdanos 