Too Many To Count

 

I try to count them every day,
The blessings of Your grace,
But they mount up so rapidly
I always lose my place.
 
The friendly smiles, the helping hand,
The chance to share a laugh.
There are too many to keep track,
My count is short by half!
 
It doesn't matter all that much,
If that’s the way it goes,
For a blessing’s still a blessing,
Even if no one knows!
 
Psalm 144:15
Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall! Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!