Counting My Blessings

I count my blessings every day, and so many prayers that I must say I sense your presence all around, for so many people your life they’ve found They’ve read your life and heard the praise And their lives have surely changed. It is not gigantic miracles that we see, but the little ones That you give to me. A beautiful day, a smile from a stranger, a song which is sung A church bell that is rung, a child which found its way.by seeking you out What more can I say. A person in the hospital which they say is about to die. Then believers pray and they cry – then their tears are seen And their voices heard, and you create your miracle without a word. You give us hope when we feel all hope is gone But show us the way to carry on. I am counting my blessings for all that I have And the miracles you created for me, and for a loving family.