Thought
Child’s happy sunshine memories
Green fields dotted yellow flowers
Perched atop on shoulders high
Surveying bouncing giggling joy
Numbers taught one two and three
We learn to count our blessings free
Shoes and home no bombs nearby
Maybe never stop to wonder why
Yet home, food and lessons taught
Clear milestones for our higher good
Secure and skilled engaged in work
Let’s daily count our blessings past
And know that they won’t be our last
Prayer
O Lord, you clearly marked out my blessings of helping milestones. Even when there were painful scenes, you filled in with goodness. I hear that you are love, but when I see your grace filled gifts, I feel that I am loved. Please accept my little love flowers for you.
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