I thank the Good Lord
for all he's done
I praise him and call him
My Number One
My suffering is great
my burdens large
when I forget
who is really in charge
I have tried to make life
as hard as I can
I have messed up
as much as any man
So many times
I could have died
The Good Lord knows
how hard I've tried
I have been ignorant
I have been proud
I have spoke obscenities
out to the crowd
I have been a sinner
never been a saint
done lots of bad things
not too many great
Despite my ignorance
and sinful ways
The Good Lord has blessed me
and shown me Grace
I thank the Good Lord
for all that he's done
I praise him most of all
for his Word and his Son!
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I would like to translate this poem
I thanked the good Lord. Good write.