Count Your Blessings

When everything about me still thrives, And everything is a sight for sore eyes, I'm thankful for my sense of SIGHT. When noise abounds with the hearing of sounds, because my eardrums are enough to Astone, I'm grateful for my sense of HEARING. When never taking for granted a savory taste, And as Jesus said, let nothing go to waste, I'm thankful for my sense of TASTE. When my bride is baking with sweet working labor, And overwhelming me with smells of succulent flavors, I'm grateful for my sense of SMELL. I bow my knees and heart when I feel that loving touch, And when I realize that I have been blessed with so much, I'm thankful for my sense of TOUCH. 082023PS