When I think
that I am getting,
The short end of
the stick...
It's then I
count my blessings,
And change my
mind real quick.
While I'm
griping about housework,
Which I really
hate to do...
I think about
the homeless,
With no windows
to look through.
When the grass
needs a good mowing,
And the garden's
full of weeds...
I know that I am
truly blessed,
With room to
plant my seeds.
I know the work
is worth it,
The price for my
own home...
And I truly
think that I am blessed,
With what I've
worked to own.
And when I shut
the door at night,
And turn the
safety lock...
I thank the Good
Lord on the spot,
For my piece of
the rock.
©
09/13/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Country
Club
