A gentle breeze, the rustling grass,
Sunset over the sea,
Even the hummingbird who stopped
By unexpectedly.
So many quiet blessings, Lord,
Each one precious to me.
Yet, the greatest gift of them all
Is having eyes to see
That they are blessings, gifts of love
You gave unsparingly.
He will bless those who fear the Lord, both the small and
the great.
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