My apologies, but I'm not a soprano - especially when the lingering affects of my recent illness have rendered my throat a disaster zone. I'm also not a bass, so some of the low notes are iffy.
lyrics
We praise you, LORD, for all those things that your hand does provide.
Our strength is found in knowledge that you're surely on our side.
Creation taught us that you love all beneath the sun.
O LORD, forgive us when we think that we're the only one.
Our joy, O LORD, is meant to share with others on our way.
We love to share with friends we know; to laugh to share, to play.
But as we offer invitations to this festal feast.
O LORD, forgive we we forget about the least of these.
The comforts of our home are gifts that keep us toasty warm.
The food to eat, the beds to sleep, the shelter from the storm.
With all these things at our command we have still not learned
O LORD, these things are nothing that our mortal souls have earned.
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