Although
things are not perfect
Because
of trial or pain
Continue
in thanksgiving
Do
not begin to blame
Even
when the times are hard
Fierce
winds are bound to blow
God
is forever able
Hold
on to what you know
Imagine
life without His love
Joy
would cease to be
Keep
thanking Him for all the things
Love
imparts to thee
Move
out of "Camp Complaining"
No
weapon that is known
On
earth can yield the power
Praise
can do alone
Quit
looking at the future
Redeem
the time at hand
Start
every day with worship
To
"thank" is a command
Until
we see Him coming
Victorious
in the sky
We'll
run the race with gratitude
X
alting God most high
Y
es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad,
but...
Z
ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!