Still Counting My Blessings
I am still counting my blessings bestowed
To me from God above, naming them one
By one though He still surprises me each day in love.
It still surprises me day by day though none of His blessings
I deserve. He blesses me to be a blessing to others North South
East, West or from above.
I am still counting my blessings after all these years.
No coincidence, no luck, no narrow escape, no fate.
It’s all because of God’s grace and mercies, that drives away my fears.
Am counting my blessings, with no end in sight,
Counting every moment, morning, noon and night.
There’s always room for blessings, and counting will go on,
As long as life shall last I’ll count my blessings one by one.
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