I am thankful that you meet all our needs.
I am thankful that we have a good meal to eat tonight,
that we are clothed and housed and fed.
I am sad that my spaghetti does not taste right in America.
I miss my spices, my ingredients, my can opener.
I miss the familiarity of my own kitchen.
It seems like a lot to ask Lord Jesus,
But please take us home to Madrid,
with money enough to live
pay for school
and no more deficit.
Because I miss my spaghetti.