I'm not trying to be no preacher or nothing
But I just want the world to know what I've been through
Where I've been, and where I'm trying to go
My, my, my, my, my, my
Hmm, oh, oh, oh
Back when I was a younger boy, I still can recall
I never picked up my toys, or hardly played with my basketball
But I couldn't wait for Sunday afternoon
The choir would call me up and let me sing on the microphone
And this is what they'd say
Be grateful
Oh, I learned to be
Be grateful
This is my song
I'll sing 'til I can't sing no more
This is my thanks
I thank you, Lord
This is my praise
My, my, my, my, my, my praise
When I was fifteen, all that went through my head
Was to thank you, Lord, for all of your blessings
And fulfilling, fulfilling, fulfilling
Fulfilling, fulfilling my dreams
You know what, I could've been dead, but I thank you
I could've been hungry, but I was fed
Some of my friends turned their backs on me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Lord, you took my mother from me
But, but, but, but, but, but, but, but it made me mature
It made me mature, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
I thank you
I thank you, Lord
I thank you, Lord
I thank you, Lord
I thank you, Jesus
I could've been dead
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
For being so good
And I cry
I cry
I cry
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