Count Your Blessings

Count Your Blessings

Sometimes it is very easy to get down
And not give too much thought to just why
The sadness I feel just seems to come
And produces a mournful sigh

It can be because I am lonely
Or that my children don’t come or call
There can be a thousand reasons I guess
I have never really stopped to count them all

Sometimes I just sit down and mope
And then I am feeling sorry for me
That is not the best thing to do I have found
If I asked I am sure you would agree

I’ve been told I should count my blessings
And I am sure that would be one thing to do
I do have some if I just looked around
Quite a few and more then just one or two

There is a particular one to begin
Let me see, you just said it today
The best blessing I’ve heard in a while
Oh yes, it was this morning…..
                           "I opened my eyes today”

I thank you with all of my heart
What a gentle reminder from you
God gave me so much in this life
And I have so much left I can do

Connie Moore
December 25, 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Hernan Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 5:29 PM
Thank you Connie - will put it on there tomorrow. :)
Moore Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 5:38 PM
Okay, thanks! and you are welcome
Hernan Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 12:00 PM
Love your poem Connie!! If you don't mind, I would like to post it on my blog PoemsToShareFeelingsdotcom. I have a page for Guest Poems and every day I post a new one with a link to the poem. Let me know if don't want me to. Louise Hernan :)
Moore Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 2:50 PM
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December 30, 2015 at 2:42 PM
thank you Louise. I would be honored!! connie
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