Don't You Wanna Thank Someone?

In the spirit of the Thanksgiving holiday, I’m reminded of a beautiful song by my friend, Andrew Peterson. It speaks for itself, so I won’t say much here other than that we have a lot to be thankful for, and we know the One to thank for it all. Enjoy, and happy Thanksgiving!




Can't you feel it in your bones? Something isn't right here.
Something that you've always known, but you don't know why.
‘Cause every time the sun goes down, we face another night here,
Waiting for the world to spin around, just to survive.

But when you see the morning sun
Burning through a silver mist,
Don't you wanna thank someone for this?

Don't you ever wonder why, in spite of all that's wrong here,
There's still so much that goes so right and beauty abounds?
‘Cause sometimes when you walk outside, the air is full of song here.
The thunder rolls and the baby sighs and the rain comes down.

And when you see the spring has come
And it warms you like a mother's kiss,
Don't you wanna thank someone for this?

I used to be a little boy, as golden as a sunrise
Breaking over Illinois when the corn was tall.
But every little boy grows up and he's haunted by the heart that died,
Longing for the world that was, before the fall.

Oh, but then forgiveness comes,
It’s a grace that I cannot resist,
And I just wanna thank someone for this.

Now I can see the world is charged - It's glimmering with promises,
Written in a script of stars and dripping from prophets' lips.
But still, my thirst is never slaked. I am hounded by a restlessness,
Eaten by this endless ache, but still I will give thanks for this.0

‘Cause I can see it in the seas of wheat, I can feel it when the horses run.
It's howling in the snowy peaks, It's blazing in the midnight sun.
Just behind a veil of wind, a million angels waiting in the wings.
A swirling storm of cherubim, making ready for the reckoning.

Oh, how long, how long?
Oh, sing on, sing on…

And when the world is new again and the children of the king
Are ancient in their youth again, maybe it's a better thing
To be more than merely innocent, but to be broken, then redeemed by love.
Maybe this old world is bent, but it's waking up, and I'm waking up

‘Cause I can hear the voice of one. He's crying in the wilderness,
“Make ready for the kingdom come!”
Don't you wanna thank someone for this?

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Come back soon, come back soon.