DAWN

Let us count our blessings,
On this new day,
And ask God,
To show us the way.

Spring comes with its blossoms,
Summer with its heart,
Autumn with its fall,
And winter with its sleet.

But the rejoice of every new day,
Makes every being alive,
To the fact of life,
That God has given me another day.

With a song in my heart,
I welcome this day as my very last
And hope and pray,
That it should not go very fast.