Counting my blessings

Counting my blessings, as I lay across my bed.
Being thankful for the small and big things.
I know I have not made the best decisions all of the time.
Some I say a higher power had to be with me guiding me throughout my life.
Looking to the right a frame keeping the faces of my loved ones near, counting my blessings.
As I move around being thankful my feet can touch the ground, my heart pumping so discrete, my ears delicate to the sound, my lungs relaxing as I breath in and out, counting my blessings.
Having a sane mind to know right from wrong.
Having a heart for love to move along, the people I meet the strangers do care the interest of life roams throughout the air.
Yeah it's clear, counting my blessings.
As I begin my day being able to leave and go as I please, my freedom no one can take from me. Counting my blessings.
Having a place, somewhere to belong knowing that your presence, most people depend on.
Living a day reaching out just to help another breaths life to my soul, no one really knows.
Counting my blessings.
All my needs and some of my wants keep me together all lined up.
I take not one thing for granted, this can come and go. Nothing is forever so I learned to love as I live, Pray for my days making sure he guides the way.
Sometimes I don't speak just sit and think, I'am Still Here, Counting my blessings.....