Shane Martin

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Words & Music by: Shane Martin ©2010
www.shanemartin.com

Grateful

He was 53 that winter
Laid off and feeling bitter
Complaining not much to show for his life
He said, I lost my only son
In a war we never won
I blamed God for every tear that I cried

I said, how'd you make it through
I don't know what I'd do
He raised his hands up to the sky, looked me in the eye
And said, here's the truth

CHORUS
I'm grateful for the food that's on my table
Friends and family that surround me
Every night I'm down on my knees
I'm thankful to see a sun rise and setting
Everyday's a brand new blessing
Still doing what I'm able, feeling grateful

He called an old friend he'd been missing
Brought home roses for his Mrs.
Volunteered his time when he was broke
He said, I'm not dying to retire
I've got purpose feeding my fire
I'm giving back 'til it's my time to go

Well I ain't no millionaire
Sometimes life don't seem fair
Still every morning in the mirror, I look little deeper
And say a prayer

CHORUS

For every next breath that I take
Living day by day on faith
Working hard to be a better man
So someday I'll see my son again
Until then, until then

I'm grateful for the food that's on my table
Friends and family that surround me
Every night I'm down on my knees
I'm thankful to see a sun rise and setting
Everyday's a brand new blessing
I'm not looking back and regretting
Still doing what I'm able, feeling grateful
I'm living grateful, so grateful