Heavenly Father, every day is a gift from you. Every year, every birthday records another period to praise and worship you. Thank you for those years. Thank you for the time we’ve come to know and cherish a relationship with you.

It’s autumn, again, and the birds sing
Their praises to the morning sun.
The first light of the day
Seeps through the blinds
And proclaims the day’s begun.
The dreary rains of yesterday
Have all gone away.
My heart lifts with the melodies
And I awake to live for you another day,
Another day to thank you
For the things you have done,
Another day to praise you
For the battles you have won,
Another day to learn more
Of the Savior that I seek,
Another day to love You
For first loving me.

(Copyright Joy S Taylor)