A litle poem

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Your Blessings Are So Many, Lord,
To count them one-by-one
Would take much longer than the day
That has just now begun!

You fill each day with miracles
From dawn to setting sun.
Each night you hear a million prayers
When day's work is done.

You keep the old World spinning
As seasons come and go,
And each one is a masterpiece
That sets our hearts aglow.

You fill the Earth with beauty, Lord,
With flowers, shrubs and trees,
And butterflies and bees.

Your Words still give us comfort
For Your promises are true.
Your blessings are so many, Lord,
In everything we do!
Poet: Clay Harrison

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Thanks for the poem. It was wonderful..Blessings...Kathy