P-ray to thank the Lord,
A-s you celebrate the day;
U-p in the wide blue lane,
L-ook at the clear skyway.
G-ray clouds don't gather
A-ugust twenty-fourth morn;
R-aindrops will be over,
C-old chill will get worn.
I-t's pleasing to the Father to follow His every word;
A-sk Him to show the way, and pray to thank the Lord.
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