He puts the next breath in my lungs He pours that new wine in my cup I can’t stop singing of all He’s done His mercies are new every morning
I will enter His gates with gratefulness, gratefulness He turns my sorrow to praise Through gratefulness, gratefulness
He leads me through my wilderness He lifts me up when I’ve no fighting left I can’t stop singing how good He is His mercies are new every morning
I’ll choose to see my pain as some kind of blessing I’ll choose to see my trials as some kind of joy I’ll see Your goodness in the land of the living So while I’m still breathing, I choose gratefulness
