Thanks Giver lyrics - Crowder

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're the reason

You're the reason

Why I'm a thanks giver

You're the reason

You're the reason

Why I'm a thanks giver