Blessing Blind Eyes - Re-Posted

It’s so hard to count the blessings

If your eyes cannot see
Even the smallest gift from God
For the Grace it can be. 

Blessings don’t just come with trumpets,
Though some most surely do.
More often they’re the every day
Small things that come to you.
 
The day you left early for work
And saw the gold sunrise.
How breathtaking that blessing was,
But did you see those skies?
 
The rain that fell, but stopped in time
So that your team could play.
Was that just a coincidence,
Or God’s hand on your day?
 
The home that keeps the storms at bay,
The food that’s there to eat,
Even the safe drive home each night
When the work day’s complete.
 
They are all blessings in your life,
Though you might not notice.
It’s hard to say you live unblessed
When you have all of this.
 
So take the time to see the light.
And not just the dark skies.
You’ll never see how blessed you are
With your “blessing blind” eyes.