UNEXPECTED BLESSINGS
by:
Helen Steiner Rice
Thank you, God, for sending
A happy thought my way
To blot out my depression
On a disappointing day.
Oh, God, the list is endless
Of the things to thank you for,
But I take them all for granted
And unconsciously ignore
That everything I think or do
Each movement that I make,
Each measured rhythmic heartbeat,
Each breath of life I take
Is something you have given me
For which there is no way
For me in all my "smallness"
To in any way repay.