Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the pile of stinky laundry is high, thank you Lord. We have plenty of nice clothes to wear.
Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, thank you Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, Thank you Lord, for life.