Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
stream out, over, and above need, and I so often miss it.
Praise Him all creatures here below,
selfish me and all those living in the abundance of what He has given.
Praise Him above, ye heavenly hosts,
all you who witness the glory, bask in the holy, and at His bidding guard my steps.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Three-in-One mystery, Creator, Redeemer, Provider, Comforter, Helper as I walk through this broken life that so often throws rocks.
Amen!
Let it be . . . be what? A river of gratitude that looks past my tainted view of what is and could be to celestial vision that always finds something to be thankful for. I do not walk alone and ought to praise that wonder! Let it always be and be and be.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
I heartily agree with your sentiments.
🙂