let's hear it for the god

Ah thank you God for the sweet caress of morning on the fields, the river, the mountains and the sky.
Thank you God for the raucous hymnals of praise from the starlings in the cherry tree.
Thank you God for the jackdaws looking in at me through my window at 7am and cawing for madeira cake.
Thank you God for the unsayable glories of created things.
Thank you God for the sanctity of life.
Thank you God for my 1998 Nissan Almeira, still going after all these years.
Thank you God for Paddy Pup's gaping maw champing on a biscuit.
Thank you God for the peckers, aka the wing nuts, aka the feather dusters, aka the budgies.
Thank you God for the Welsh Rare Bit, the Black Panter, the Perfect Fit, the Spanish Onion, the Three Amigas, the Brezzer, the Contessa, and Lord I've got to stop giving people nicknames.
Thank you God for the film Bananas particularly the bit where one of the members of a military junta snarls viciously about Woody Allen: "I could kill him with my bare hands. He brings cake to a dinner party? He doesn't even bring an assortment."
Thank you God for the John Carpenter film Dark Star particularly the bit where the guy is trapped in a lift shaft and the lift keeps going up and down with him hanging from the bottom of it while the music of Figaro plays in the background.
Thank you God for the adoration chapel.
Thank you God for the sun in his zenith and the countryside breathing forth in pure rejoice.
Thank you God for Hammy Hamster, and Lord I never realised you could put such grace in a little creature, silly of me I know, but your creation never ceases to surprise me.
Thank you God for Beauraing.
Thank you God for Pontmain.
Thank you God for Rome.
Thank you God for giving no authority to anything that oppresses us.
Thank you God for the victories.
Thank you God for tea and apple crumble at the Cafe Des Beaux Parvenus in Newbridge Silverware.
Thank you God for the Dad and his grandiose plans to catalogue his chaotically scattered stamp collection, and Lord we'd have a better chance of cataloguing the contents of the national museum, it would be an easier job anyway.
Thank you God for the Mammy asking me to bring out the bin and then pronouncing sagely: "After all it's your bin too."
Thank you God for the pool of gold on the horizon as the sun goes down.Thank you God for the conquest of fear.
Thank you God for nephews.
Thank you God for children climbing trees in the garden.
Thank you God for the neighbour's kids demanding a game of Snakes And Ladders.
Thank you God for the guy in England ringing me to say that the doctors had told him his kidneys had inexplicably regained function.
Thank you God for Anissa wearing a short dress around her house to scandalise her Muslim Dad and his Arab friends, or to intrigue me, and Lord there is hope for the world.
Thank you God for every miracle, every grace, every touch from you.
Thank you God for the mystic sussurations of memory whispering in the twilight.
Thank you God for America and Great Britain.
Thank you God for Sister Gemma, Sister Lelia and all the hero nuns from the planet Zorg.
Thank you God for every hero.
Thank you God for the light of morn, the light of noon, the light of e'en, and the light of souls.
Thank you God for the light of grace.
Thank you God for the Pope.
Thank you God for you.