Found in my Dads wallet after he passed away..........
Thank you God for a voice to sing
For legs that walk and arms that swing
That push a pram or lift a load
And twist and turn though we grow old
But spare a thought for those who can't
Who cannot hear and cannot chant
Who lie on bed distraught with pain
For those who'll never walk again
We rarely think that what we have
Would make another very glad
So thank you God for what you sent
And please forgive our discontent
