Photo from The Tyler Garden

Thank You for the golden days

When life is free from strain.

Thank you for the darker days

That have a thread of pain.

For all the pain You give to me

Makes me kneel in prayer

To You who made the universe

And know my every care.

I find that when I bend the knee,

It’s then my will bends, too,

To Your great will that knows what’s best

And cares if dreams come true.

When my will is in tune with Yours,

My life becomes a song

That’s sung in two part harmony

And angels sing along.