I Count My Blessings

God be praised, I'm on my way,
The start of another great day,
I'm on my way to work
One more time.

Praise the Lord and my truck
Because she still runs
And I can still get up,
So here we go again.

Jesus loves me this I know
Because my mother told me so,
Which reminds me,
I'll have to call her real soon.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
So many back to back shifts
Just puts me in zombie mode,
But I'm making it payday to payday.

Angels sing His praise on high
For free food, free parking, and a
Fifteen minute drive.
I count my God sent blessings.

Oh, what would Jesus do?
I work so many long hours and shifts
And I put up with all sorts of shit,
At least I'm not taking it home.

Thanks be to God,
For my lowly little job,
I sleep well enough and then
I get up and do it all over again.