"Do you give thanks for this? .. or that?"
No. God be thanked
I am not grateful
In that cold, calculating way, with blessing ranked
As one, two, three, and four, -- that would be hateful.

I only know that every day brings good above
My poor deserving;
I only feel that in the road of Life, true Love
Is leading me along and never swerving.

Whatever gifts and mercies in my lot may fall,
I would not measure
As worth a certain price in praise, or great or small;
But take and use them all with simple pleasure.

For when we gladly eat our daily bread, we bless
The Hand that feeds us.
And when we tread the road of Life in cheerfulness
Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads us.  

This poem is in the public domain.