INNUMERABLE BLESSINGS

Sitting alone at Grandpa's feet
The little boy played one day,
Listening as his grandpa sang
And to the words he would pray.

He observed a calculator
That his grandpa held in hand,
So he thought, "What's Grandpa counting?"
For he did not understand.

He heard him sing a song he'd learned
Sitting at his grandpa's knee,
A song he'd sung so many times
From his heart so joyfully.

'Count your many blessings,
Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings,
See what God has done."

Grandpa said, "This calculator
Only counts for us so high,
So it can't count all God's blessings
For they reach beyond the sky.

"For as we try to count them all,
When God's blessed abundantly,
We find that they by far exceed
All the stars our eyes can see.

"Grace and mercy He's showered us
From Heaven above to show
Rich blessings so innumerable
In our lives do overflow.

"So take this calculator, Son,
And remember as you go
Just to stop and count your blessings
From our God who loves you so.

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ" (Eph. 1:3).

Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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