THE ALPHABET



Although things are not perfect 

Because of trial or pain 

Continue in thanksgiving 

Do not begin to blame 



Even when the times are hard 

Fierce winds are bound to blow 

God is forever able 

Hold on to what you know 



Imagine life without His love 

Joy would cease to be 

Keep thanking Him for all the things 

Love imparts to thee 



Move out of "Camp Complaining" 

No weapon that is known 

On earth can yield the power 

Praise can do alone 



Quit looking at the future 

Redeem the time at hand 

Start every day with worship 

To "thank" is a command 



Until we see Him coming 

Victorious in the sky 

We'll run the race with gratitude 

X alting God most high 



Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... 

Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!