I thank you Lord for every thorn, each heavy burden I have born, the darkest moments of despair and every cross I've had to bear. I'm glad I've suffered grief and pain, those seasons of distress and strain, that stunned my pride and humbled me and turned my stubborn heart to thee. And thank You Lord, for every tear I've shed for those I hold so dear. For 'tho I trusted you before each crisis made me love you more. For as the sorrows came and went, they left me tired, weak, and spent with all my hope and courage gone, I could not make it on my own. 'Twas then my prayers were most sincere with tender hands you soothed my fears and as my selfish will was purged a stronger, deeper faith emerged. If mine had been a life of ease and I could have lived the way I pleased, Lord,I might have never known the thrill of living in thy holy will. The mountain tops, I must confess, were not where I was at my best. But in the shadow of the vale, is where I came to know you well. So I thank you Lord, on bended knee for everything you've given me and when my life here on earth is through I'll spend eternity in Heaven with you. Anonymous Saint