Thank-account

 Came home much later than I thought I would from a funeral visitation for a friend's father,

Supper dishes are heaped in the sink 'cause Matt and Victoria attend a youth-group

Bible Study on Wed. nights...
but with some keen reminders recently of the ephemeral-ness of life/health

this sink full of dirty dishes is a thing of beauty when

one has the health and strength to do something about it!

 ...tomorrow;-)

When we start to count our blessings

Rather than all that we lack

Soon it leaves the mouth confessing

We get more than we give back

When we start to chart the favors

Showered on us day and night

Soon it fills the heart with flavors

Too manifold to recite

When we stop the pity party

And the doleful woe-is-me

We begin to feel a hearty

Thank-the-Lord humility

When we take a tender tally

Of daily blessings renewed

Pray, whether hilltop or valley

For a song of gratitude

© Janet Martin