by Scared Crow
In life, the heart of being grateful is a way to receive more of gifts.
|Eternal father, how glorious is thy name?|
In heaven and earth,
Is the sound of your name singing from their timbres and bass,
I’m short of words to say,
I didn’t deserve any of this grace,
Yet you pity an ungrateful son.
I will enter your gates with thanksgiving,
I will enter your court with praise,
And I will say this is the day lord has made,
Thank you for the priviledges,
Thank you for the gift of living,
May you be exalted forever.
This existence wasn’t by my will,
I could cry, weep over my pain,
But you set me a purpose to the world.
I fed unknowingly, by you,
You never left my side,
Nor slumber to leave thy watch over me,
Surely, is the goodness and mercy,
That follows me all the days of my life,
And allow me to rest in the bosom of the lord.
May your grace befall me,
Where I have sinned,
Forgive this unruly son.
May your love shield I all my life,
And let me duel in that temple you’ve made.
Forever without count,