“Count your blessings,
name them one by one;
Count your many blessings,
see what God hath done.”
Johnson Oatman, 1897
Do my thank-you’s = my blessings? Might be I owe God some thank-you’s.
“Count your blessings,
name them one by one;
Count your many blessings,
see what God hath done.”
Johnson Oatman, 1897
Do my thank-you’s = my blessings? Might be I owe God some thank-you’s.
Thank You for your love, dear Lord,
and thank You for Your care.
And special thanks that I afford
my brilliant final war.
I’m grateful for the strength I need
to rise, each day, and stand
and feel the spear, and redly bleed
upon a holy land.
I am not made as other men;
the hard routine is home.
If with them I’m not welcome, then
I’ll face this on my own.
It’s for this that You made me,
and here I am content to be.
Grateful . . . and content. Even though you’re in a bad place physically, Andrew, you’re in a good place spiritually.
I would not trade places with anyone.