244. Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry

 

                                        Count your many blessings; Count them every day,

The devil is a waiting to lead your soul astray.

He tells you; you need money; he whispers you want fame,

He tells you dozens of sweet lies; loves that deceitful game.

He tells you; you need this; and then you must have that,

He makes you want the kind of things that 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.

He 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 friends, count them every day,

It fills your heart with gratitude and keeps him far away.