(If I Could) Sit Across the Porch From God

If I could sit across the porch from God,
Under the shade of a big old tree,
I'd tell Him how glad I am to be alive,
And thank Him for lending you to me.

You are sunshine when skies are cloudy,
You are the moon on a summer's night,
You are the dewdrops sparkling in the meadow,
You are the feeling that everything'll be all right.

If I could sit across the porch from God,
Under the shade of a big old tree,
I'd tell Him how glad I am to be alive,
And thank Him for lending you to me.

You are the tulips bloomin' in the springtime.
You are the river shinin' in the summer sunlight.
You are the colors painted in the trees in autumn.
You are the fire warmin' on a winter's night.

If I could sit across the porch from God,
Under the shade of a big old tree,
I'd tell Him how glad I am to be alive,
And thank Him for lending you to me.

You are the mountains reachin' up toward heaven.
You are the choir singin' with their heart and soul.
You are the children eatin' Grandma's Sunday dinner.
You are the laughter that's ringin' right thru my bones.

If I could sit across the porch from God,
Under the shade of a big old tree,
I'd tell Him how glad I am to be alive,
And thank Him for lending you to me.

I'd tell Him how glad I am to be alive,
And thank Him for lending you to me.

(c) 1989 Lois J Henrickson (Lytingale)