COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS


by: James J. Metcalfe


However much I have to do,
However hard I strive,
I always tell myself that I
Am glad to be alive.

My heart is grateful for the sun
That keeps my body warm;
And for the comforts of this earth
Against whatever storm.

I have my friends to cheer me up
And books to read at night
With boundless beauty to behold,
Whenever stars are bright.

I have enough to eat and drink,
And clothes enough to wear;
A normal mind and healthy lungs
To breathe the best of air.

So why should I object when I
Have this my job to do,
As long as I have everything
To help me see it through?


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