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Hidden Blessings
We are so blessed with many
things;
We're blessed with good and
bad.
We're blessed with things that make us
smile,
And some that make us sad.
Some blessings
are the gifts we have,
And talents we
possess,
Like painting, or a song we
sing,
Or written thoughts expressed.
These blessings help us grow
inside,
While sharing things we do,
And
often help some other folks,
To see the
hard-times through.
But some things are so difficult,
The
blessings hard to see,
They often cloud or
grip our lives,
In spite of prayerful
pleas.
If we can learn to see a good,
In
things that get us down,
Then we can see the
blessings in,
The things that made us
frown.
It must have been so very hard,
For
Mary on that day,
To watch her Son be
crucified,
As she knelt down to pray.
He was the perfect Son of God,
So
young, with much to do,
And yet He was called
home to God,
A tortured death gone
through.
As we recall our Savior's life,
And
then our lives compare,
It seems a little
easier,
To see the joys we share.
For he has risen home to God,
In
heaven's home above,
And we can each be
joining Them,
Because of Father's love.
© James O'Brien
June
2003
Used With Permission
James O'Brien
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