Poetry

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Counting up my Blessings,
like pennies in a jar.
No vessel here can hold enough.
My God has brought me far.

I remember times of sorrow.
I remember times of pain,
but here and now, my heart is full.
Spilling Joy again.

Never ending heaven's scent.
The bluest summer sky.
Immersed in song and sunshine,
watching children play nearby.

Hummingbirds and butterflies,
detailed to perfection.
Sunbeams dance on trickling brooks,
mirror Gods reflection.

All is well, and all is good.
So beautiful, such treasure.
The Love of Jesus,
through and through.
Value beyond measure.

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‘ the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart,’

HELEN KELLER

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