Thank You, Lord, Forevermore

The morning comes in copper light. Steam curls softly, skies of gray. The kitchen sings

a sweet delight. We made it here. We found the day.

Voices rise like fiddle strings. Laughter swells and fills the air. Clutter warmth and

memories bring a song that every heart can share. Thank you,

Lord, for life, for love, for all. Through every rise,

through every fall. Our hearts unite, we hear your call. Thank you,

Lord. Forevermore. The year was rough, the road was

long. But grace bloomed bright through every crack. Each tear became