Writers 
Praise the Most Holy One,
For each inhale and exhale you take in your chest cavity,
For each morning that is bright,For each morning that is clear,
For every night He gives you rest.
Praise Him when the journey is hard.
Then when journeying involves pain,
In the darkest valleys indeed,
Even his faithful love will be.
Pray and reflect on doors opened,
And doors that shut on their way,
For sometimes what we call a setback
Is protection in disguise each day.
Praise Him for His power when you were powerless,
For joy in the despairing,
Every time He responded to one of his prayers silently,
All blessings to come.
In the quiet of flowing tears from your eyes,
Don't forget that you don't have to do this alone,
The Holy One is still with you,
And makes His troubled heart at home.
Praise god for family, friends and love,
For joy and pain,
For grace that comes to you each day,
And mercy falling like the rain.
So raise your voice and sing His praise,
Let gratitude bubble up from your heart,
Truly, He has brought you all the way,
But Your life is complete in His hands.
Be grateful today, be grateful tomorrow as well,
For all good gifts, large or small;
The Holy One deserves your praise,
For He is faithful always!