When I lay down at night
Wondering what to pray,
I try to thank the Lord above
For whatever happened that day.
It could be a simple thing,
A bud upon a flower
Or perhaps some time to think,
A peaceful, quiet hour.
It might be that our humble home,
Small though it may be,
Was filled with joy and laughter
For everyone to see.
If it was unpleasant,
I thank Him anyway
For all the lessons learned
On that fateful day.
And when I'm done that night
With my thank-you prayer,
My heart is filled to overflowing
With all the love He shared.
~ Rebecca Sweeney
I thank You for You answered me;
You have been my Savior.
Psalm 118:21
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