If blessings were indeed countable
I would savour every moment counting
if blessings were raindrops on the leaves of trees
If blessings were flocks of wild birds in the skies
If they were fruits on a tree, grass in the field
If blessings were tears from Heaven
Windflowers in the air
I would take every bit of it
Hold it close to my heart, close my eyes
and thank God that I am so blessed.
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