It’s an ordinary day, too ordinary,
but it’s a great day to praise the Lord.
I woke up, I ate my breakfast and I said,
“Hello…” to the guard.
Though run-off-the-mill, un-extraordinary,
it’s a great day to praise the Lord.
I do not seek miracles to stun me,
(I’ve seen enough done in my life);
but if God’s grace exceeds expectations
again, in my heart, there’s room for enough.
But today is an ordinary day, and nothing
seemed to happen… I smiled at familiar faces
that responded in familiar ways — those things
that we do without even thinking, like blinking.
But all in all you could call it an ordinary day —
an ordinary great day to praise the Lord.
Though others complain, I am constrained
That it’s the best day to praise the Lord.