My God, how I can see your marvelous gifts
Your unending love and care for what you make
You give us life and help us grow, even though
We go astray and spit in your face
You promise us a mighty victory when
The end of days does finally come
You’ll pick us up and hold us as your children
As the old world is swallowed and left to soak in sin
I continually rub the sleep from my eyes
Too blind to see your powerful work,
To sense your subtle nudges in the right direction
I don’t take the time to remember that you are here, you are working
Thank you, God. Thank you for caring.
Thank you for thinking up redemption.
Thank you for sacrificing yourself for the weak.
Thank you for mending the broken. Thank you for love.