Blind Of Blessings
I as sit here waiting for death
To one day knock at my door
I look back at life with amazement
At all the Lords given me
And never noticing them at the time
But oh how I can site every short fall in my wants and needs
When they never seem to come to past
What a shollow person I must have been
In the eyes of the Lord
So I ask you Lord to forgive me
For I know now I have been truely blessed
For age has opened my eyes and heart
To all your wonders in my life and in the world
As to what I can do
Is to say
THANK YOU
poem by David Kush
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