To me, this song is a blessing in itself! I wrote the music on ukulele in 2010 or earlier. It didn’t have lyrics then, but I enjoyed the instrumental. I played it on Celtic harp, posted here
with a poem in 2013, but still no lyrics. This week the lyrics came together; it took no time and little thought. So on ukulele as written, enjoy the song, Simple Blessing.
Simple Blessing – Lyrics
1. Blessings in life are the simplest of things,
Warmth in the Winter and breezes in Spring,
Summer of fruit, good and plenty for all,
Veggies and grain come to harvest in Fall.
2. Waking each morning and sleeping at night,
Being in darkness and seeing the Light,
Feeling the Presence of God through the year,
Struggles and sorrows, they all disappear.
Refrain:
When we give a smile, and hear the voice of a child,
When we look and see possibility,
With an open mind, we can’t help but find
We are planting the seeds for a blessing to be!
3. Blessings in life are the simplest of things,
Feeling the joy a beginning can bring,
Spending some time looking back at the end
To celebrate life as it circles again.
4. The words that we say and the things that we do,
Each thought we hold onto is planting our truth.
Sow every seed with a gardener’s care;
Water and nurture the goodness you share.
Refrain:
Between the poems, words I wish to say,
Between the words are strings I want to play,
Between the strings are games I cannot win,
Between the games I find the peace within.
Between the peace and heartache, there is time,
Between the time are breaths, each one sublime,
Between each breath, a point so small but still,
Between the stillpoints, glimpses of His will.
Between His will and mine, illusion’s maze,
Between ullusions, may I stop to pray,
Between the prayers, I listen for His plan,
Between His plan, I rest within His hand.
Between His hand and mine, no earthly thing,
Between the earth and heav’n, one song to sing,
Between the song and strings He bids me play
Are poems with the words He helps me say.
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NaPoWriMo day 28.
Go forth and say what’s yours to say;
May Spirit guide you on your way!
“You’re an accident waiting to happen!”
“And your bubble’s about to be burst!”
But your own point of view
Doesn’t have to be skewed
By your “friends?” who are thinking the worst!
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A little truth in humor for day 26 of NaPoWriMo. This is not a Limerick,
but takes a similar tone and rhythm.
I put your number in my phone just yesterday,
Not knowing I would be so grateful having it today.
I took a different way than every other time,
A crisis made a blessing by a covering divine.
God gives and takes away, a gift in either case.
His Spirit comes in many forms and in the darkest place.
I sit in wonder at the work of loving hands
And thank the God who keeps me safe and living for His plans!
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This 25th day of NaPoWriMo I’m grateful to be writing, walking, thinking, living! I was reminded today that God works in mysterious ways. Mysterious for sure, but God is at work nonetheless. For this we give thanks!
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1. I know a guy in a cowboy hat.
Now who can measure up to that?
He’s tall and handsome, funny too.
No worries though. He isn’t you!
Refrain:
2. The women on the morning show
Have everything and shout it so.
But maybe that is not for me,
And I can live in grateful peace!
Refrain:
3. For different people, different things,
Other drums and bells that ring.
Just hear your song and sing it out.
That’s what you measure up about!
Refrain: (Twice)
You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!
Refrain:
God gives you measure, sets your time,
And writes out your life so you can find
You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!
I gave you my words.
It felt like nothing,
free for the taking,
willingly given,
no sacrifice required.
But you received them
like the parched gulp water,
and the hungry devour a crumb,
and like the lost who find direction.
My humble words,
so naturally shared,
with no expectation
except to cheer…
And cheer they did!
You were lifted
by a Spirit not my own,
but everyone’s,
and all by a few simple words!
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I had the privilege of singing at a senior home today. I was nervous! Most of the residents didn’t know me, and because I’m a singer/songwriter, they didn’t know the songs either. But I received at least as much from them as they did from me. Minds were opened, spirits were lifted, hearts were blessed, and bodies forgot their pain–at least for a while. What more can we ask than to be a blessing to each other?
Mystical Strings 
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