Thank you Lord, thank you.

Thank you Lord, thank you.

Thank you for all the gifts that you have given me today,

Thank you for all I have seen, heard, received.

Thank you for the water that woke me up,

the soap that smells good, the toothpaste that refreshes.

Thank you for the clothes that protect me, for their colour and their cut.

Thank you for the rubbish truck and those who run it.

Thank you for my work, my tools, my efforts.

Thank you for, for the shop windows, for the cars, for the passers-by,

Thank you for all the life that flowed swiftly between the windowed walls of the houses.

Thank you for the food that sustained me, for the glass of beer that refreshed me.

Thank you for the car that took me where I wanted to be,

for the wind that caressed my face and for the trees that nodded to me on the way.

Thank you for the roof that shelters me, for the lamp that lights me,

Thank you for the flowers, so pretty outside my home.

Thank you for the tranquil night.

Thank you for the stars.

Thank you for the silence.

Thank you for the time you have given me.

Thank you for life.

Thank you for grace.

Thank you for being there, Lord.

Thank you for listening to me, for taking me seriously,

Thank you for gathering my gifts in your hands to offer them to your Father.

Thank you, Lord.

Thank you.

– Michel Quoist (1918-1997AD)- Michel Quoist (1918-1997AD)