I count my blessings one by one
Though great or small they be,
And know without the help of God
Not one would ever be.
I thank Him for these blessings
Each morning of each day,
And then again at close of night
Before sleep comes my way.
He grants me all these blessings
Though sinner that I be,
And with the many faults of mine
I know that He loves me.
by Harold F. Mohn
Blessings to all on this beautiful winter morning. With loving and tender prayers, may your Sunday be filled with God's grace.