How can I count my blessings when I know
That all of them are in their nature one?
This knowledge on its own sucks all the fun
From counting them, and seeing whence they flow.
There might be two, perhaps I should say so,
But one is simply where I was begun,
By who and how, which though I'm glad 'twas done,
Was really done so very long ago
I hardly count it in my modern prayers
Though I am thankful for it nonetheless.
The other is the main one I confess,
Because it did not catch me unawares,
In youth, but was more recently received:
That is your love, which I somehow achieved.
No comments:
Post a Comment