The blessings of God surround me each day
God is the potter and I am the clay

The wind in the trees, the sun in the sky
The birds in their nests, teaching babes how to fly

Children at play, how their voices do carry
It touches my heart with sounds that are merry

A babbling brook, a soft gentle breeze
The music it makes as it stirs up the leaves

The stars in the sky, the moon hanging high
Make known unto me that bedtime is nigh

I'll lay down in peace, say prayers by my bed
With angels near keeping, I've nothing to dread

I'll thank my dear Father for all of these gifts
And for my dear friends, that their spirits He lifts

That joy fills your heart, and peace shall you know
As His angels keep watch wherever you go

by Patrice A. Vicory

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