How much can I thank thee? Let me count the ways.
I thank thee to the depth and breadth of plight
my soul can reach, when days felt dark as night,
for the ends of moving, confined in space.
I thank thee to the level of every day's
most urgent need, by sun and hope so bright.
I thank thee freely, a man who strives for right.
I thank thee purely, as we share in praise.
I thank thee for assistance put to use,
In my old briefs, and with adulthood faith.
I thank thee with a thanks I'll never lose,
With no restraints, I thank thee with fresh breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and if God choose,
I shall but thank thee even after death.
Michael Dane Stone
7/13/2018
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
How much can I thank thee? Let me count the ways.
I thank thee to the depth and breadth of plight
my soul can reach, when days felt dark as night,
for the ends of moving, confined in space.
I thank thee to the level of every day's
most urgent need, by sun and hope so bright.
I thank thee freely, a man who strives for right.
I thank thee purely, as we share in praise.
I thank thee for assistance put to use,
In my old briefs, and with adulthood faith.
I thank thee with a thanks I'll never lose,
With no restraints, I thank thee with fresh breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and if God choose,
I shall but thank thee even after death.
Michael Dane Stone
7/13/2018
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