In every drop of rain that falls; there's a blessing
In every sunrise in the morning I see; there's a blessing
In every star that twinkles in the darkest night, there's a blessing
The moon at night with it soft and silver light; there's a blessing
In every milky-way in their innumerable display, there's a blessing
There is really no denying that everything above and on high, there's a blessing
All the grass that carpets the rolling hills and plains; there's a blessing
On every thorn and thistle where flowers grow, there's a blessing
All the trees that bares fruits on the sprawling hills, there are blessings
The animals that walk and roam the primitive wild; there's a blessing
The dove that hoot with its gentle sooth; there's a blessing.
There is no refuting everything beneath and in our reach; these are blessings.
In the cross there is power to deliver from shame, and that too is a blessing
And when one lamb is lost He goes calling and searching, in that too is a blessing
Then one day the sky will be in lighted with fire display; Oh, what a blessing.
Life on earth will all be done through the provisions of the incarnate son.
These, without a quarrel are sacred revelations,
And in them all there are eternal blessings.
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