THANK YOU
I walk through woods, and hills and dales,
Along the riverbank I'll stray.
And feed the pigeons, ducks and quails,
And sometimes hear a distant plane.
And when I look at clouds on high,
I realise how small am I.
Yet like a shepherd of the flock,
In Thee I see a perfect rock.
A rock to build my house on, firm;
And live my life throughout it's term,
As humbly, and as just can be,
In thanks for what thou'st given me.
Although I cannot see Thy face,
Your presence fill my heart with grace.
And though through sin I often fall,
To Thee I pledge my life - my all.
I walk through woods, and hills and dales,
Along the riverbank I'll stray.
And feed the pigeons, ducks and quails,
And sometimes hear a distant plane.
And when I look at clouds on high,
I realise how small am I.
Yet like a shepherd of the flock,
In Thee I see a perfect rock.
A rock to build my house on, firm;
And live my life throughout it's term,
As humbly, and as just can be,
In thanks for what thou'st given me.
Although I cannot see Thy face,
Your presence fill my heart with grace.
And though through sin I often fall,
To Thee I pledge my life - my all.
