J-ust count the blessings of God,
H-e has given to you;
O-ne, two, three, and so on,
Y-ou will never be blue.
M-ind not the rain May thirty-first,
A-s well as the deep flood;
R-emain glad for what you possess,
C-ount the blessings
O-f God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely poem- an expression of gratitude for all the blessings of God. Thanks a lot for sharing.
Thanks, Sir Rajnish... your comment is one of the blessings that I count which I'm grateful for... a big like👍