Counting my blessings in each day,
Thankful for all I’ve got.Each petal plucked says He Loves Me.
There is no loves me not.
However hard a day may be,
With troubles overwrought,
I count the petals, He Loves Me,
And find no loves me not.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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