I know myself to be blessed

I don’t believe in luck

I believe in God

His hand to guide me

His still small voice

I know myself to be blessed

angels watching o’er me

your Spirit breathed within

within my very being

Feeling your presence with me

not something random, chance

your hand upon the journey

raising me from the dust

Love in so many places

your hand upon my way

more aware of your grace

each and every day

I proclaim my joy

I know myself to be blessed

imprinted by the Spirit

to lift my feet of clay

December 9, 2012

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