Bountiful Blessings

BOUNTIFUL BLESSINGS I have acute bronchitis I hack and I cough I say to the Lord Haven't I suffered enough He says to me “You wanna bet I'm not through, and You ain't seen nothin' yet You think you're sick? Just look around At those who are shut-in The infirm and unsound Sure, you hack and cough Your throat has a tickle But innocent babies have died My, but you're fickle Count your blessings Stop your grumbling Don't be like the Israelites Who were constantly mumbling” I say to Him, “Lord, you're right I must be confessing I am highly remiss In counting my blessings Forgive me, Lord For my fickle ways And let me serve You All of my days Let me never forget That I'm blessed beyond measure But all of my days Won't be filled with pleasure Your blessings to me Are bountiful and many Compared to others, I have quite a plenty When You hear me complain And You see my greed Just keep me reminded That You're all I need Forgive my grumbling When I'm feeling low Help me remember others Lord, help me to grow” Curtis Moorman – 8 June 2010