Thursday Can't Have Me

I've still got my praise

Monday's car is on the ramp
Wednesday's call I couldn't take
Thursday, by the freezer doors
I left my basket and walked away
Friday I let my sister in
She made me tea; I let it cool
Saturday, she brought my good shoes
Said, "Come as you are. I'll come with you"

Not because the news got better
Not because the tears are done

Thursday can't have me
I've still got my praise
These hands have got some lifting left
This heart still has its say

Still got my praise
Still got my praise

Still got my praise
Still got my praise

The man beside me wears a suit
His father's watch is on his wrist
He tells me why he almost stayed home
I say, "You don't have to smile through this"
He sings one line and loses it
I hold the next while he gets air
Then my voice breaks; he takes it over
We don't pretend. We just stay there

Thursday can't have me
I've still got my praise
These hands have got some lifting left
This heart still has its say

Lord, I won't dress it up as easy
Lord, I won't dress it up as easy
I won't call the wound a gift
I'll thank You for the hands beside me
While I'm still learning how to live

Thursday can't have me
Look what we can raise
The hurt is real, so is this room
And I still have my praise

Thursday can't have me
I've still got my praise