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Sunday shoes are traded for some worn-out sneakers now We're piling in
the wooden boat from stern to squeaky bow
We got the cooler,
got the bread, guitars inside the case
Morning sun is waking up this quiet water place
Untie the knot, push off the shore
We couldn't ask for any more
Thank You, Jesus, for the water and the sky For another little
day
where we can laugh until we cry We don't need a perfect
plan Just a paddle in our hands and a friend beside us
(oh thank You, Lord)
Well Jimmy forgot the fishing bait,
the hooks are in the dry
Then Sarah dropped her sandwich and we watched it float on by
I pulled the cord to start the engine,
nothing but a wheeze No spark,
no roar, just floating in a gentle morning breeze (hahaha) So grab
an oar and take a seat
We'll make our own engine beat!
Thank You, Jesus, for the water and the sky For another little
day where we can laugh until we cry We don't need a
perfect plan Just a paddle in our hands and a friend beside
us
Maybe blessings aren't the things we planned
Maybe they're the people rowing with us when we're stuck halfway Yeah,
we're making it to shore
With a song of praise
Thank You, Jesus, for the water and the sky (thank You Lord!)
For another little day where we can laugh until we cry We
don't need a perfect plan
Just a paddle in our hands and a friend beside us
We reached the island just in time
To watch the sun paint the sky
(thank You, Jesus... thank
You)
(hahaha, what a day)