~ Count Your Blessings ~


Today I stood at my window
And cursed the pouring rain,
Today a desperate farmer
Prayed for his fields of grain.


My weekend plans are ruined,
It almost makes me cry,
While the farmer lifts his arms
And blesses the clouded sky.


The alarm went off on Monday
And I cursed my work routine,
Next door a laid-off mechanic
Feels the empty pockets of his Jeans.


I can't wait for my vacation,
Some time to take for me,
He doesn't know tonight
How he'll feed his family.


I cursed my leaky roof and
The grass I need to mow,
A homeless man downtown
Checks for change in the telephone.


I need a new car,
Mine is getting really old,
He huddles in a doorway,
Seeking shelter from the cold.


With blessings I'm surrounded,
The rain, a job, a home,
Though my eyes are often blinded
By the things I think I own.

Author Unknown

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