In
a world where so much can go wrong,
Will go wrong,
Often does,
It’s key to stop and oft reflect
On blessings dwelling ever near.
The quiet of the evening breeze
That sweeps away the sun-drenched day…
The blissful magic of “three words”
To wash away the hurt and pain…
The joyful laughter of a child,
Life unspoiled,
Song unsung…
Yielding to sweet slumbers' kiss,
A prayer to a departed sun…
Days creep by before they run
And we must heed the piper’s call.
To be thankful…
To be truly thankful
Is the greatest blessing of them all.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Will go wrong,
Often does,
It’s key to stop and oft reflect
On blessings dwelling ever near.
The quiet of the evening breeze
That sweeps away the sun-drenched day…
The blissful magic of “three words”
To wash away the hurt and pain…
The joyful laughter of a child,
Life unspoiled,
Song unsung…
Yielding to sweet slumbers' kiss,
A prayer to a departed sun…
Days creep by before they run
And we must heed the piper’s call.
To be thankful…
To be truly thankful
Is the greatest blessing of them all.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
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