Dirty Dishes In The Sink

Dirty Dishes In The Sink

Lord, I grumble, as I stumble ‘round this messy house, my home

The building’s kinda humble; when I look around, I moan

About cleaning up and fixing up this place I call my own

And then I stop and give thanks to You

CHORUS:

Lord, I’m thankful for all the dishes that dirty up my sink

I’m thankful for every bite of food and for every sip of drink

I’m grateful for the people who share this home with me, I think

Lord, I’m thankful for dirty dishes in the sink

Lord, I grumble, and I mumble about the mess upon my stove

It’s not pretty, kinda gritty, and I clean it wearing gloves

Then I think on how You provide daily bread for me and those I love

And then I stop and I give thanks to You CHORUS

Lord I yell out and complain about all the chaos from my peeps

These relations drive me crazy; I cannot work or sleep

Then I think about those lonely folks who have no family to keep

And I stop and give thanks to You CHORUS

BRIDGE:

I say an earnest prayer for folks on the street

No family, no safe place, not a bite of food to eat

Only by the Lord’s good favor am I not one of those

Then I look into my kitchen where my sink overflows…

The dishes are piled high from our Thanksgiving feast

My kinfolk were all by me, from the greatest to the least

In this modest little house Your mighty love has been released

So I’ll stop and give thanks to You CHORUS

Lord, I’m thankful for all the dirty dishes in the sink

W/M by Emily Flathers