Why Me?
What was this in black and white?
I simply had to count them thrice;
The blessings I can recite.
How could it be! What could I say?
They’re not deserved!
Too many I counted this day;
The blessings that I observed.
I cannot explain;
I don’t know why!
It muddled my brain,
The blessings I cannot deny.
Those blessings I counted thrice;
They overwhelmed me,
So I recounted to be precise;
Then stood in amazement and glee.
Why me Lord? I don't deserve a single one-
All those blessing on which I expound.
There is nothing that I have done.
It puts my soul in bliss,
To have the blessings you have bestowed.
Please let me not be remiss
To give you the praise as I travel this road.
Mary Crisp JamesonThe blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it. Proverbs 10:22
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