Blessings Sprinkled Through The Sky Poem by Christine K. Trease

Blessings sprinkled through the sky,
to be chosen by you and I.
It's the things you do, you see,
that bring the blessings back to thee.
When you see someone in need,
make haste to help them - God will speed,
Then when your turn has come to suffer,
your good turn deserves another,
The blessings will come back to you,
for each good thing you chose to do.
You might think it's stars that light the night sky,
but it's blessings for the taking by you and I.