Counting My Blessings
On this magical night of mystical beauty
the enormous moon is my friend;
As I gaze at the colors of lack in the night
I deepen my stride and walk with the light
each pebble asleep rolls away at my feet
as the water subdues I'm in silent retreat ;
in this magical moment of Mystical Beauty
soaked to the skin when the day is off duty
I count every blessing like grains of the sand
gathered as one, in the palm of His hand;
On this one blessed night,
all the stars shine so bright,
and Oh... ,
What a view !
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