Thankful for the bright sunrise
That cinnamoned the sky,
Thankful for the winter ducks
That drifted slowly by,
Thankful for the noise of love
That filled the quiet house,
Thankful that they went back home,
It’s quiet as a mouse.
Thankful for the precious friends
And all the joy they bring,
Thankful each day for your love
From which all grace must spring.
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