Blessed
Embrace your home, each crevice your own,
each fantasy gnome, each button sown.
Praise God the house is filled, the husband is skilled,
the garden is tilled, and they lend a great yield.
Be thankful for your chores--- less isn't more,
For all you clean is yours, between each door.
You'll be piping filled if you try to ingest
all the green in the field, for you have been blessed!
Rejoice, pray, and dance if you love to give praise.
Share of your abundance, and you may get a raise.
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2019
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