Blessed

Remembering a cold and damp February morn On the Monday that my first child was born I prayed as a father, I’d do my best And I thanked God, I was so blessed The following year in the beginning of November Another son. a morning to remember The coming Christmas would be the best We had two sons, we were truly blessed As they grew my heart overflowed Praying they would choose the right road Twelve years later in spite of my sins God had blessed us again with the birth of our twins Our children now numbered four with my head all awhirl I now had three sons and Daddy’s little girl Sometimes when life’s problems have me overstressed I look at their photographs and know I was blessed.