We so often take for granted
The little things in life,
Traveling the carefree road—
No sickness, pain nor stride.
Selfishly enjoying the things
We really like to do.
Never once a thought to share
The generous part of you.
Neglecting to be grateful
For abilities we use;
And so, through ungratefulness
The blessings that we lose.
Let us cease to take for granted
The Father’s precious love,
And His tender mercies,
Which are blessings from above.
*Taken from: Treasures of the Heart. 1989.
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