I think I have figured out,
what blessing are all about.
When everything seems to go wrong,
I don't sit around and pout.
I start putting things back together,
and pick up pieces one by one.
Things don't hardly seem near as bad,
by the time I get that done.
Some things are blessings,
they just come as a disguise.
Some things were just meant to be,
which makes me much more wise.
I start pondering my life over,
there's more good than there is bad.
So I count each of my blessings,
and for each blessing I am glad.
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