Gratitude

GRATITUDE

When the light inside me breaks

And I see nothing but my own mistakes,

When the hourglass is short on sand,

I bow my head and I fold my hands.

And I put everything in my thanks.

I put everyone in the ranks

Of all of what has made life true.

Gratitude.

Gratitude.

You didn’t hear me from the hospital bed.

(All the drugs messing with your head.)

I like to think that you were smiling inside:

The long view on a short ride.

No god above who could hear my prayer.

No amount of love to make it fair.

Just the moments I spent with you.

Gratitude.

Gratitude.

My head is gray and my heart is wrecked.

But there are so many things I still expect.

A pot of gold or a crown of praise:

I can be such a fool some days.

I see the kids twirling on the grass

And the autumn leaves whirling past.

What a life we’re all dancing through.

Gratitude.

Gratitude.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2023)