I thank thee, Lord, for my one good knee,

and all the times Iíve lost, and found my keys,

for grandkids to spoil in late December

and every name I still can remember.

Give me more days when I can sleep past seven

and a few more nights when Iím up past eleven.

Keep me from fear, shield me from doubt,

and help me leave with grace when the candle finally burns out.