Taken For Granted

My feet that have brought me so very far My face that has shown a million smiles My hands that can hold yours, My fingers that write, or paint, or sew, or hide my tears that are as the ocean. My arms that grow weary now, My legs that ache with the rain, My eyes, Oh God, my glorious eyes! My ears, that hear so well ... (stand away if you have a secret to tell). My nose that sniffles some, My teeth long ago gone and replaced with shiny modern miracles. My heart that with this amazing beat ... this breath As my love only grows for these many gifts.