As I begin to count my blessings,
it's hard to know just where to start,
     For so many things come to mind;
so many things are in my heart.
For God has blessed me so richly,
giving me more than I need;
     Yet, I seldom am really content,
for more and more I plead

He gives me the air I breath,
the morning, noon and night,
     To awaken so restful come morning
to a beautiful day of light.
The beautiful flowers that bloom,
the birds so sweetly that sing;
     It's so hard to comprehend,
but I know God made everything.

Consider the lilies how they grow,
they toil not neither do they spin;
     The rain falls on the just and unjust,
even sparrows on Him depend.
I know God loves His children, a
ll of those who obey His will.
     He gave His only begotten Son,
that I some day with Him could live.

My home, raiment, sunshine and rain,
the air I breathe, the food I eat,
     Everything I have belongs to Him.
Yes, He has made my life complete;
"Love one another," He says in His word; t
his is just one of His commands.
     Forgiving, forgetting is a must,
if I ever reach the heavenly land.

Must I go and empty-handed,
must I meet my Saviour so?
     Will He be pleased if I never teach others,
or help them the way to know?
For there is surely a day coming when
I'll be judged by the deeds I've done.
     Will He say, "Enter in my child; the crown of victory you've won."?

Or will He say, "I never knew you,
depart from Me forever more,"
     What I'd give for one more chance
to make preparations for heaven's shore.
May I live each and every day
as it would be my very last,
     To always be kind to others,
and correct any errors in my past.

For I know that God is love,
and I know His word is true,
     And this is the message He brings,
"Love Me as I loved you."
Though I've never had much money,
I am indeed so richly blessed
     To have my brothers and sisters in Christ,
and hope of that haven of rest.

One who sticketh closer than a brother,
one on whom I can depend,
     My Saviour tells me in His word,
that is what we call a friend.
My family and loved ones I cherish;
many more blessings I count each day.
     May I teach, lead and guide them to live
for Thee each day I pray.

Whatever it takes to keep me humble,
and may I ever praise my God above,
     May I never forget His many blessings,
and for the greatest one - His love.
If I could write down all my blessings,
the many each day You send,
     No doubt I would never get done,
or when my counting would end.

©Marie Parrish