We always seem to find the time
To grumble and complain,
To think of all our troubles,
Our sorrows and our pain.
Yet if we would but stop and think,
I'm sure we would be glad
If we counted all the troubles
That we never had.
The loved ones we still have with us;
Our house that didn't burn;
Our automobile that wasn't wrecked;
The money we still earn.
When we're counting
all our blessings
God gives us by His grace,
Let's think today of all the trials
We always seem to find the time
To grumble and complain,
To think of all our troubles,
Our sorrows and our pain.
Yet if we would but
stop and think,
I'm sure we would be glad
If we counted all the troubles
That we never had.
The loved ones we
still have with us;
Our house that didn't burn;
Our automobile that
wasn't wrecked;
The money we still earn.
When we're counting
all our blessings
God gives us by His grace,
Let's think today of all the trials
We were not asked to face
No comments:
Post a Comment