[Intro]
(90–95 BPM, warm Hammond organ + piano under choir)
Yeah, yeah — uh
Soft keys, clap pocket, choir hum rising
This one’s for the mornings I took for granted
For the nights You kept the lamp lit when mine went out
[Chorus: Gospel Choir + Lead - Earworm]
Thank You, Lord — I’m breathing, I’m built to fight,
Thank You, Lord — You turn my dark to light.
(Choir lifts) I see Your hand in the little things — the rent paid, the invite,
(Choir harmonies swell) I see Your hand, I see Your hand, I see Your hand tonight.
[Verse 1 — Small Gratitude, Concrete Scenes]
Woke up to cold tiles, kettle steam, one eye on the clock — I’m alive,
Two kids on the couch, mama praying low, rent-stamp in the envelope, survive.
Sleepless nights, subway fights, got scars from the city's bite,
But a neighbor knocked with casserole, acted like an angel in plain sight.
Heartbeat syncopated — pulse, hustle, muscle through the strain,
You turned an overdue notice into gas in the tank, into bread and change.
From the hospital hall where a doctor said “hope” with tired eyes,
To the teacher who stayed late to write “you can” on my child’s test line.
Punchline: I counted losses like debts, You turned the ledger to a line of grace —
I still forget to say it daily, but I feel You in each small saving place.
[Chorus: Gospel Choir + Lead — Variation]
Thank You, Lord — I’m breathing, I’m built to fight,
Thank You, Lord — You turn my dark to light.
(Choir answers) I see Your hand when the midnight call becomes a right,
(Choir harmonies lift the last two lines) I see Your hand, I see Your hand, I see Your hand tonight.
[Verse 2 — Confession, Doubt, Honest Scenes]
There were nights I argued with the sky, fingers clasped but tongue closed tight,
Prayed half-words in hospital halls, watched monitors hum through the night.
I took gift-wrapped chances and acted like they were earned, not loaned,
Pocketed calm like coins, forgot the voice that set the tone.
Doubted when the rain stayed long, blamed the clock for wasting time,
Missed church doors on Sundays, praying in the corner of a convenience line.
Internal rhyme: cold nights, old fights — stale plates, late dates — You still stayed,
Punchline: I blew out candles on my wish, You were the flame that never swayed.
I confess I undercounted mercy, misread miracles as ordinary fact,
But in the mirror I see fingerprints You left on every cracked tract.
[Chorus: Gospel Choir + Lead — Hook Reinforced]
Thank You, Lord — I’m breathing, I’m built to fight,
Thank You, Lord — You turn my dark to light.
(Choir echoes) I see Your hand in the call that turned my wrongs to right,
(Choir harmonies swell fuller) I see Your hand, I see Your hand, I see Your hand tonight.
[Verse 3 — Resolution and Action]
Now I wake earlier, fold shirts with a prayer stitched in each seam,
Volunteer nights at the shelter, feed faces, hand them back their dream.
I’ll say it loud at the table, teach my kids to thank before they take,
Pay forward checks, open doors — small dee
