N-o blessing is not counted
E-ven if misfortunes come by;
S-ound health makes wealth
T-wenty-seventh day of July.
O-ne grace after another comes from heaven above;
R-eturn to God and thank Him for the greatest gift of love.
E-arly in the morning,
C-ount the food that we eat;
H-ome and our family
A-re all Almighty's treat.
N-ew friends and new songs are not taken for granted;
O-pen your eyes and enumerate, no blessing is not counted.
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