Samstag, 13. Januar 2018

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (14)

Count your Blessings
Count your many Blessings, count them ev’ry day
Old Satan is a waiting to lead your soul astray.
He tells you, you need Money, tells you, you want Fame,
Tells you dozens of sweet lies, he loves that foolish game.
He tells you, you need this and then you must have that.
Makes you want the kind of things poor folks never had.
He says you have a right to it You’re special after all.
He loves it when you listen, rejoices when you fall.
Offers you the whole wide world, and then without a doubt
When He has chewed up all you are he’s going to spit you out.
So, count your many blessings, just count them ev’ry day.
It fills your heart with gratitude and keeps HIM far away.

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