Date Poem: Sunday, November Twenty-Fourth, Two Thousand And Nineteen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (39061)
Petaluma, California
November 28, 2019 2:46pm CST
Sweet blessings; sometimes seen by
No one else but yourself;
There are so many things to thank the
Father in heaven for giving,
That just one day out of
Three hundred sixty five is not enough.
Always, Lord, may I thank you for blessings, even if
No one else sees them but me.
© Stacey Uffelman 11-28-19
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