Life - The Anonymous, Able

Ev’ry golden ray of sun, Each head of grain—

All are gifts from God;

They reveal his way.

Miracles performed by him sustain us each day.

So, what are we to do with a gift so rare

But to love the One who gave it and show him we care.

No matter what we do, We never can earn it.

This gift is still a gift—The miracle of life.

Echoing the wife of Job: «Curse God and die.»

We are not that way.

Praise to God we give,

Thanking him for ev’ry precious moment we live.

So, what are we to do with a gift so rare

But to love the ones around us and show them we care.

No matter what we do, We never can earn it.

This gift is still a gift—The miracle of life.