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Blessings. A Poem

 



Blessings



A privilege to make the tea;

I get to make some bread.

A blessing to stand at my sink:

my loved ones have been fed


A happiness to dust and clean;

I get to make the bed.

A blessing to walk with my Lord:

I could be lost instead.


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Copyright: pencil in His Hand

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With love, hugs, and prayers.

❤️🤗🙏

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