Eric Pennington


Thank You Lord


Thank you Lord for everything you've done for me.
Thank you for everything that will be.
Thank you for calming my heart in times of sorrow.
Thank you for making me a better person for tomorrow.
Thank you for answering my unworthy prayers.
Thank you for taking away, but only by layers.
Thank you for making it rain.
Thank you for numbing the pain.
Thank you for all of my joy.
Thank you for your baby boy.
Thank you for your loving grace.
Thank you for her beautiful face.
Thank you for the borrowed time.
Thank you for the morning sunshine.
Thank you for the gift of love.
Thank you for the blessings from above.
Thank you for the pain you've protected.
Thank you for the pain you've reflected.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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