Too often I take for grantrd,
the things important in my life;
my home, my friends, mychildren,
and my beautiful loving wife.
My job which may not be the best,
always seems to pay the bills;
I always seem to have what I need,
maybe though without all the frills.
Even so my needs are met,
in heart I feel peace and rest;
Lord thank you for taking care of me,
you truely are the best!
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