Three times a day, need it or not.
Gotta eat. Gotta pray.
Gotta get some energy to
carry me through the day.
God is great,…
Do we say it in the drive through?
At the bus stop? In the lunch line?
On the job? On the run?
Here’s a bagel, forget the plate;
Hurry up kids, we’re running late!
God is good,…
Do we say it over Starbucks?
pull a snack from our desk drawer?
guzzle Red Bull, just one more?
At quitting time; I’m finally free,
to raid the frig and take care of me.
Now we thank Him for our food, …
Say it over TV dinner?
watch the game,
evening news it’s all the same.
Wait, wait, let’s
take a minute here.
All stand clear.
I’ve been caught up in the fray,
Something’s calling me back to pray.
Look, look, the
Majesty that I’m wearing,
Quite unique, even call it daring,
Behold the machinery within,
Buffets me, begs me to begin.
Somewhere deep in the far away,
I remember what I want to say:
God is great.
God is good.
Let us thank Him
for our food.