If I Survive

. . . and that ye live in thanksgiving daily, for the many mercies and blessings which he doth bestow upon you.
Alma 34:38

If spring finds me a faded scrap,

crossing o'er that fatal gap,

I will spend my final day

giving all my thanks away --

thanks for sunlight on my face;

thanks for snow's forgiving lace;

thanks for honey on warm bread;

thanks that I was temple wed;

thanks for friends and folly, too;

I cherished laughter like fondue.

But if my time is not yet done

I'll praise the Lord (and have more fun!)