It seems three words forever I must be bound to speak;
There’s not a day that passes but they’re said.
They greet each new-born morning, and bid farewell to night,
When gratefully I rest my weary head – thank You Lord.

Sometimes in tears of sorrow, amid some fiery trial
These words are whispered haltingly and faint.
Oft’ times they’re almost shouted in vibrant tones of joy
Without the slightest effort or restraint – thank You Lord. read more