Thank you for the memories, God, that have enriched my humble life.
Thank you for the friends you gave, for the time we had together;
the times we laughed, the times we cried,
the times we just shared time.
My friend is gone from me, you know the one I mean.
I feel a hole in my life, an emptiness inside.
If he is gone and I am here, it is not mine to question why.
But thank you, God, for the memories, they’ll help me to get by.
My memories are private; I share them sparingly, by choice.
They shape me, they mold me,
they build me up, they tear me down.
Yet I know you use them to guide me and instruct,
to be my comfort, my shield, the guardian by my side.
My life goes on, I don’t see how,
but minutes run to hours,
and with each hour comes a task you’ve set for me to do.
God, bear me up! I have no strength;
my grief, it weighs me down.
Thank you, God, for the memories,
they’ll help me to get by.