Thank You, God! Oh, thank you so, so much!
You see my smile? How I love Your touch!
I hate the flat gruel of dark despair
when it tastes like You don't really care.
Of course, Theology says You do;
You're Unchanging; Your Word always true.
But sometimes when my sighs and heart cries
seem unheard; circumstances arise
king size, tackling me down to the ground--
flattening me--pounding pain, threatening
to steal what faith's arm stretched high to catch,
I need to know that my Coach believes
I can hold on, break free, run touchdown!
And thanks for team players who defend--
intercept, intercede, act as friend.
I think one of them just prayed for me;
I've crossed the end zone in victory!