I am blessed
I have continually confessed,
But, not by money or material things
Including clothing, watches or rings.
I meant by situations that were meant to destroy me,
But, I always walked away happily.
I am blessed
I am happy and unstressed,
But, not because of things bought and owned
Or because of things borrowed or loaned.
Things that were meant to hurt my soul,
They made me whole.
I am blessed
No longer am I depressed,
No longer am I scared or worried
And no longer do I feel rushed or hurried.
My life is a blueprint and a diagram,
So, happy I truly am.
I am blessed
I have many times professed,
But, not from anything that I have ever thought
But, from what I had sought.
When I finally understood for me that he had died,
I was then sanctified.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem