Uncounted Blessings
Whenever we gather together,
The words are not easy to find
But love speaks a common lauguage
When people have ties that bind.
We don't always say what we're feeling
As often as families should
We don't count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they're understood.
We know that we are thankful for living
With the comfort of each others care
We're grateful for memories and stories
And the jokes that our family shares;
We might leave a promise unspoken
But we know that we're loyal and true
We can count on companions throughout life
In the sunshine and shadows too.
We might somehow show some special attention
To a stranger, aquaintaince, or guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really love best.
These blessing can never be counted,
like gold or dividends.
They can only be shared as the love
That exist when families are friends
Poem by: Jill Wofl |
