Thank God It's Friday

Yes in deed thank God on each and every single day Some find that odd, ridiculousness in every word I say But when Friday comes along they proclaim it loud To me that's like a song one that makes me so proud Oh they don't recognize it even as they speak But on something they have hit in so acting as meek For shall you become as such by saying this one little phrase As within this He could touch as the Lord works in mysterious ways And once a week it was repeated in such a simple way Not one single word deleted or any inkling to betray And every week after week and every year after year These words he would speak and speak so loud and clear But once retirement came no longer needing this refrain He didn't speak of His Name but only out of utter disdain I miss hearing that sound as trite as it may seem to be I know he wasn't found but he was starting to see Thank God it's Friday!