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 Blessings fill my every day,
Even when it's not my way;
The sun shines brightly overhead,
As a granddaughter is soon to wed.
A new baby brings such joy,
It doesn't matter girl or boy;
The birds sing cheerfully in the trees,
And butterflies I soon will see.
A kind word I often hear,
My Lord tells me not to fear;
The Lord cares for me every day,
He shows me love and His way.
Blessings come and blessings go,
But this one thing I surely know;
My Lord will love me forevermore,
And will greet me at heaven's door.
I have blessings on this earth,
And more than gold they are worth;
I speak of family, friends and love,
The hope and joy sent from above.
©Sandra S. Oidtman
2012
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