Verso 1

It's getting cold
I'm driving home on interstate 3-0
Mama's calling where you at
The turkey's almost done
I hang up the phone tear in my eye
Moments like these I realize
God You're so good to me

Refrão

You make joy out of simple
And ordinary things
You fill life up with stories
I'd never think to dream
So this holiday I wanna praise
The One who's making a saint
Out of this sinner
The One who's turned me
Into this thanks giver

Verso 2

Just took the pumpkins off the porch
The wreath is on my door
There's something sacred 'bout the time
Of year when You were born
The Street's alive it's Christmas again
But moments like these hope I don't forget
God You're so good to me

Refrão

You make joy out of simple
And ordinary things
You fill life up with stories
I'd never think to dream
So this holiday I wanna praise
The One who's making a saint
Out of this sinner
The One who's turned me
Into this thanks giver

Ponte

Thank You for this life
And all the joy that's in this heart
For when I get to hug my dad
And punch my brother in the arm
Thank You for the grace
I know I'll never have to earn
All because You chose to come down here
And save this crazy world

Refrão

You make joy out of simple
And ordinary things
You fill life up with stories
I'd never think to dream
So this holiday I wanna praise
The One who's making a saint
Out of this sinner
The One who's turned me
Into this thanks giver