Porchlight Testimony

There’s a dent in the table

from the work we’ve done

A shadow of laughter

from the setting sun

We fought the hard winters

with a worn-out plow

But looking around, we are blessed here and now

Thank God for the bread,

thank God for the grace (thank

God) For the warmth of the fire

and this quiet place

Yes, the journey was long

and the road was uneven

But we're still standing

and we're still believing

Your hands are calloused,

and my eyes are slow

But we know the ground

where the wild things grow

No silver, no gold,

just a roof and a well

And a beautiful story

we live

to tell

Thank God for the bread,

thank God for the grace (thank God) For the warmth of the

fire

and this quiet place Yes,

the journey was long

and the road was uneven

But we're still standing

and we're still believing

Still believing... (mmm-hmm) We are blessed

here and now