To the perfect unborn child
I bless you now before you grow
To find the strength of giants
When you are weak and tired
To find

Blessings for all

Our blessings are never seen before night
Dark times will come and go with our lives;
We will all be alone

I live in this, The Greatest Land
And all my blessings I truly understand
As so many suffer and so many more have no food
This

Blessings many or blessings few
Perspective is the key
One with little finds a blessing
In everything they see

One with much

Blessings


Though I mutter about the drizzling rain,
And, as I grab my umbrella, I complain,
For the parched earth below, the