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
And the toast is burned,
Tempers are short
And my children are so loud,
Thank you, Lord, for my family ...
There are many who are lonely.