From: "Gunsch, Trace" 

"Thank You" by Ray Boltz

C                   G/B
I dreamed I went to heaven
Am                      Am7
And you were there with me;
F                  G
We walked upon the streets of gold
F                  G
Beside the crystal sea.
C                   G/B
We heard the angels singing
Am                       Am7
Then someone called your name.
F                  G
We turned and saw a young man running
           F     G        C
And he was smiling as he came.

And he said, "Friend you may not know me now."
And then he said, "But wait,
You used to teach my Sunday School
When I was only eight.
And every week you would say a prayer
Before the class would start.
And one day when you said that prayer,
I asked Jesus in my heart."

C     G/B     Am            Am7
Thank you for giving to the Lord.
F      G             C     G7
I am a life that was changed.
C     G/B     Am            Am7
Thank you for giving to the Lord.
F    G           C
I am so glad you gave.

Then another man stood before you
And said, "Remember the time
A missionary came to your church
And his pictures made you cry.
You didn't have much money,
But you gave it anyway.
Jesus took the gift you gave
And that's why I am here today."

Thank you for giving to the Lord.
I am a life that was changed.
Thank you for giving to the Lord.
I am so glad you gave.

[change key to C#]

One by one they came
Far as the eye could see.
Each life somehow touched
By your generosity.
Little things that you had done,
Sacrifices made,
Unnoticed on the earth
In heaven, now proclaimed.

And I know up in heaven
You're not supposed to cry.
But I am almost sure
There were tears in your eyes.
As Jesus took your hand
And you stood before the Lord.
He said, "My child, look around you.
Great is your reward."

Thank you for giving to the Lord.
I am a life that was changed.
Thank you for giving to the Lord.
I am so glad you gave.

Thank you for giving to the Lord.
I am a life that was changed.
Thank you for giving to the Lord.
I am so glad you gave.

Copyright 1988 Gaither Music/ASCAP All rights reserved.

Transcribed by Trace Gunsch
"The most dangerous place to live in America is a mother's womb."