Oh Dear Lord

When I was born, oh dear Lord,
My parents loved me so.
And they thanked You for me, oh dear Lord.
They thanked You for me.

And now, dear Lord, when I am grown
Oh how I thank You for me.
Oh how I thank Thee
For letting me be me.
Oh how I thank You dear Lord
For letting me be me.

I thank You for letting me see the light
And to take me through the night.
The morning’s so bright
And days are beautiful
So I enjoy it might.

Thank You dear Lord for this beautiful life.

Frances Buratovich
June 14, 1980