I sit in pensive recollection
Of all the good that God has done.
My simple mind can't comprehend
The blessings that His son did send.
Then one by one I try to count
The blessings, I find, begin to mount.
It soon becomes quite crystal clear
As I count, I feel Him near.
My family I hold close to my heart
From them I cannot bear to part.
My perfect wife has a sacred place
Next to God's side in timeless space.
My prayer is to always be with her
Of that goal I can be sure.
For if that goal I don't obtain
Forever, will be endless pain.
Each child of mine is a precious soul
Guide them to God is my only goal.
As their father I must always be
The one who loves as God loves me.
Children seem to leave the nest
Long before we think it best.
But trusting God with a broken heart
We learn that God WILL do his part.
As they bring children to this earth
There is nothing of a greater worth.
Grandchildren are sweet angels sent
From God's care, to our children lent.
We now begin to understand
The love God has in his outstretched hands.
If that is all we learn from life
How free we'll be from so much strife.
So many gifts have showered down
We should never, ever frown.
Lets always give God gratitude
To keep a heavenly attitude.
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