With the flick of a switch,
From a hot water shower,
To the way we dig a ditch.
We tend so often to forget,
How much the Lord has blessed,
Taking care of every need,
Without a day of rest.
So, thank God for the little things,
The medium and the big,
Freedom, cars, MasonTM jars,
And guardians with wings.
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