Best Count Your Blessings Poems
Count your blessings.
But I can't walk.
Count your blessings.
But my food tastes like chalk.
Count your blessings.
But my eyes constantly water.
Count your blessings.
But I've lost my only daughter.
Count your blessings.
But I can't remember my friends' names.
Count your blessings.
But every day is exactly the same.
But, but, but, but, but, but, But!
But you're alive, and where there's life, there's hope.
It's time to think positive ~ abandon the 'But' and the 'Nope!'
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
Count your blessings
We look at the challenges we are facing
How constantly problems are pressing
At how trials are stressing
Subdued in them, we forget to count our blessings
We look at the bad
We are super scared
We worry, we tarry
We throw no party
As if we are blind;
We seek but can’t find
The joy in being alive
We seldom celebrate life.
Oh men, will you try to live
Forgetting not how lucky you are
Appreciating what you have
It may not seem so important when we have it
Because we have it, a little ungrateful
But imagine how worse it’d be if we lacked it.
Think of why those without it crave it.
Then turn around, hug it and embrace it.
She doesn’t have a man,
But her trash gets taken out,
She doesn’t have a car,
But she knows the bus routes,
She doesn’t have a lot of money,
But her bills get paid,
She’s not super model pretty,
But her smile is as bright as the sun’s rays,
Her child doesn’t have a father,
But neither did she,
They have each other,
This seems to be all they need,
She doesn’t have a man to hold her at night,
But she wakes up to her daughter’s smile,
That makes everything alright,
She doesn’t have a lot of friends,
The one she has, is the truest to the end,
She gets lonely,
But she knows she’ll be ok
She doesn’t have a lot,
Things are not always great,
Some people have left her behind,
She’s grateful for the ones who stayed,
She doesn’t worry about what she lacks
She just thanks God, for always having her back.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
My soul is in a storm out in the raging sea.
Selfishly I have said those words to our Father in Heaven.
I pray that my lamentations will be ultimately forgiven.
Last Christmas my sister gave me a “Count Your Blessings” jar.
It sits empty, unused, since I was only counting my scars.
I’m going to get that jar out and put my poems in it each day,
And thank God for giving me my poems and blessings as I pray.
Written 10/16/16
Always count your blessings
It sounds simple enough to do
But it's not always very easy
When you’re feeling down and
blue
When life seems so uncertain
And you don't know what’s
ahead
When the life you were happily
living
Now is filling you with dread
Nothing stays the same forever
That’s one thing that’s always
true
And just like in the past
These times you will get
through
So in the meantime please
remember
There are those who really care
And when you count your
blessings
You'll find more than you think
is there
Start with something simple
Like the stars up in the sky
And while you’re looking up
Count the moonlight in your eye
Count the wind upon your face
And the place you rest your
head
And I pray for you tonight
There will be better days ahead
Every second we live is a gift.
Some need a second to live.
Every breath we take is a gift.
Some need a breath to live.
Every happy moment is a gift.
Some need happiness to live.
Every true friend is a gift.
Some need a friend to live.
Every smile of a child is a gift.
Some need a child to live.
Every meal you have is a gift.
Some need a meal to live.
Every night you sleep is a gift.
Some need to sleep to live.
Every day you work is a gift.
Some need to work to live.
Everything you have is a gift.
Some need it in order to live.
Embrace these priceless gains.
Waste them and start the pains.
Alas! Advice is most needed
When it is the least heeded.
We greatly miss the water
If the well drinks its water.
What went wrong? Why did life runaway?
I was only a kid. Why did I have to pay?
I know I wasn't perfect. Not always a nice guy.
But, others are worse and they seem to get by.
I live life slow, now, can't seem to get back in paise.
Like life's a big compitision and I'm last in the race.
I got in a car wreck, that messed me up bad.
But, I could end my depression by counting what I still had.
I couldn't talk to communicate, but atleast I could still write.
Couldn't walk either, but won that in a fight.
Lost alot of friends that were close to me too.
Now, I see who was false, and the ones that were true.
My body was still intact and at least I could see.
Saw and heard many people, alot worse off then me.
One thought in my head that made me wanna prance.
I must be special. God gave me another chance.
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
Clear your minds of troubles,
If only for today
It will give your heart a lift
And blow troubling thoughts away.
Try to occupy your thoughts,
On things that bring a smile,
You will find yourself smiling too
In a little while.
Count your blessings,
We all have quite a few.
There are many in this world,
Who would change places with you?
"Count your blessings...
(Use both hands:-)"
Count your blessings
Recognize one's treasures, Every moment
in someone 's personal life is to be grateful.
For God sends favor
No matter what the proportions or volume are.
Count your blessings.
Don't attempt to carry the weight of disappointment
Nor the entire world upon your shoulders, Considering
it comes in all sizes.
Thank you for all the tears collected. Pain doesn't
defines anyone, let the tears heal and not continue
to form weariness.
Count your blessings intently.
Uncaging control is divinity rest and let the author
Be the finisher of your chapters entitles one's life.
Even if you can't see or identify his timing in the
waiting.
Count your blessings.
Now listen up all ye poets out there
Here's an adage I try to live by
It seems to work for this old duffer
So why don't you give it a try
Upon waking up every morning
Before you jump out of bed
Count all your blessings one by one
Keep them stored in your head
As each day presents its challenges
Remember your many blessings
Be thankful for all the little things
Enjoy life and it's dressings
Now it may not be totally foolproof
But at least you're on the right track
Trust me you'll be ahead of the game
And happiness you surely won't lack
So listen up all ye poets out there
Let me know how it works out
Hope it's a positively roaring success
From the rooftops go on and shout!
Gazook, hallelujah and fun stuff upbeat
Before jumping out of your bed
Count your blessings stored in your noggin
There's not a single thing to dread
Count Your Blessings
Count them
One by one them
I hear this desolation
As I look around me
Woe so lonely
All this population
Left to wondering
What their lives mean
Any meaning
Just existing
Still we are told
To count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
At least you have eyes to see with
Limbs to do with
A heart to feel with
A life to live with
Everything to give
But still we feel so empty
Something missing
Any meaning
Just existing
Fear our only answer to life
And greed our only answer
To fear
And we all could be so happy
So very, very happy
If we could just turn our hands to helping
The pleasure of giving
Turn our world to caring
This paradise we live in
Are we just warring tribes
With different colours opposing
Religious and short sighted
***** opinions
We could all be so very happy
Save our children
Our happy children
But instead we sit and count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
A mouthful of food
A sip of water
A headache pill
An amputated arm
A PhD degree
An education
200 pounds of overweight
Malnutrition
Slum shanty cardboard box
Second vacation holiday home
Feeding our stomachs
Feeding our ego’s
Romanticising our desperate state
Of denial
We are drowning
In our own
Refuse pile
We could all be so very happy
How we want to be
So very happy
This world is so wealthy
Save our people
Save our future
Save our planet
Save our children
If we could just begin with caring
Start with sharing
The joy of helping
The pleasure of giving
Proud reward of being
We would know then
How to count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
Seven billion
Seven billion
Christmas sugar pop landing
Submarines yellow, parachute up
Count each seed before planting
Together bright suns daisies rise
Seeds remember merry joy rides
Going faster depends on where you are
Tidal waves tsunami good-bye
Firecrackers on golden sands
Sparkly bright lights burst a happy blast
Heaven fills with bubbled up liquid
Orange capacity is a concept pretty
Easter is north of the Shirley Temples
Toys fly by ships lollipop
Go south from there on polka dots
It never rains in California... for sure
Good umbrellas cost a pretty penny
Coast to coast by roller coaster
Standards remain in the pink
Spend more time than money
Hang ten on the surf board butter
Water slides by in a blink
On cotton candy carnival
Give us a kiss honey bun mix
One hell of a ride my love
Christmas sugar pop landing
Is the last stop on the line