Thanks Giver

It's getting cold I'm driving home On interstate 3-0 Mama's calling, "Where you at?" The turkey's almost done I hang up the phone, tear in my eye Moments like these I realize God, You're so good to me You make joy out of simple and ordinary things You fill life up with stories I'd never think to dream So this holiday I wanna praise The One who's making a saint Out of this sinner The One who's turned me into this thanks giver Just took the pumpkins off the porch The wreath is on my door There's something sacred 'bout the time Of year when you were born The Street's alive, it's Christmas again But moments like these, hope I don't forget God, You're so good to me You make joy out of simple and ordinary things You fill life up with stories I'd never think to dream So this holiday I wanna praise The One who's making a saint Out of this sinner The One who's turned me into this thanks giver Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah Thank You for this life and all the joy that's in this heart For when I get to hug my dad and punch my brother in the arm Thank You for the grace I know I'll never have to earn All because You chose to come down here and save this crazy world You make joy out of simple and ordinary things You fill life up with stories I'd never think to dream So this holiday I wanna praise The One who's making a saint Out of this sinner The One who's turned me into this thanks giver You're the reason You're the reason Why I'm a thanks giver (reason I'm a thanks giver) You're the reason You're the reason Why I'm a thanks giver