Count each blessing, however small,
From the heavens above, they gently fall,
Taken for granted, they stand so tall,
Yet in your prayers, let your gratitude call.
Count the hopes, like stars in a hall,
Past complaints, let them dissipate and sprawl,
Treasures held close, within life's thrall,
Others yet undiscovered, keep your heart enthral.
Count the present, let no shadow befall,
Today's gift, a stepping stone in life's grand brawl,
Guiding to the future, answering the call,
Dreams and aspirations, in God's hands, enthrall.
Count joys around, let kindness appall,
In others' happiness, let your heart's echo install,
For in spreading joy, you'll stand tall,
Your own happiness rising, like a joyful squall.
