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Perfect snowflakes, no two the same each have a purpose each have a name
A world apart, a neighbor next door, someone you may meet once at your door.
Blessings among us, love we must share,
we don’t often see them or know they are there.
God has provided them all for our need in times when we seek them and when we don’t see.
A gift that keeps giving a chain that connects our hearts to a Savior who’s paid off our debts.
You may think its luck or fate it’s been called, but I know God has His hand on it all.
My heart holds them dear, these blessings are clear that there abundant as grains of sand.
Treasures to be passed to those next in line to continue God’s chain of command
We all have a purpose to be part of God’s plan we don’t always know, nobody can.
When your head hits the pillow and you start counting sheep count your blessings instead and you’ll sure fall asleep.
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