Although things are not perfect
	Because of trial or pain
	Continue in thanksgiving
	Do not begin to blame
	Even when the times are hard
	Fierce winds are bound to blow
	God is forever able
	Hold on to what you know
	Imagine life without His joy
	Joy would cease to be
	Keep thanking Him for all the things
	Love imparts to thee
	Move out of "Camp complaining"
	No weapon that is known
	On earth can yield the power
	Praise can do alone
	Quit looking at the future
	Redeem the time at hand
	Start every day with worship
	To "thank" is a command
	Until we see Him coming
	Victorious in the sky
	We'll run the race with gratitude
	eXalting God most high
	Yes, there will be good times and yes some times will be bad
	BUT...
	Zion waits in glory... where none are ever sad