Lyrics
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
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
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
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
