I Am Blessed
To my Lord I mean a lot
He blesses me with all He's got
He counts the hairs upon my head
And tucks me in my cozy bed
He carries me when I cannot walk
And gives me a voice so I may talk
He leads me from the ways of harm
And through the cold he keeps me warm
My Lord is the way, the truth, and the life
He cures my blindness and gives me sight
I'm forever thankful for all that He gives
And so I proclaim to all that He lives.
Copyright © Jeff Eilerman | Year Posted 2013
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