Gratitude

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Gratitude

“Do you give thanks for this?⁠—or that?” No, God be thanked

I am not grateful

In that cold, calculating way, with blessings ranked

As one, two, three, and four⁠—that would be hateful.

I only know that every day brings good above

My poor deserving;

I only feel that in the road of Life true Love

Is leading me along and never swerving.

Whatever gifts and mercies to my lot may fall,

I would not measure

As worth a certain price in praise, or great or small;

But take and use them all with simple pleasure.

For when we gladly eat our daily bread, we bless

The Hand that feeds us;

And when we tread the road of Life in cheerfulness,

Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads us.