This is an original instrumental, played on the harp. As you listen, I invite you to contemplate these words, or your own thoughts and feelings about giving thanks and counting blessings.
Simple Blessing
Blessings come in many forms,
Much more than what we see.
And blessings best are counted as
The God in you and me.
We’re given Life, and not just breath
Upon this spinning ball…
But onward, upward all the time,
To God the Source of all.
In having what we need we take
A moment to be glad.
But lacking something, would we still
Give thanks for all we had?
For what is there if not the things
We see as good in life,
The money, job, the home and friends,
Success, and being right?
There’s still a Spirit deep within
That shines from all we are!
If nothing else, give thanks for this,
For it’s our Source, by far!
We think we have security
From all these earthly things.
But they are tools that Heaven rules,
Just servants of the King.
And so take time to give Him thanks,
This day and every one,
For all we are and all we have,
Is ours in God the One.
Blessings come in many forms,
Much more than what we see.
And blessings best are counted as
The God in you and me.
Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.*
May all that is in your kingdom
In Heav’n be on Earth the same.
No matter how deep the darkness,
The glimmer of Light won’t fail.
Whatever our many trials,
We see you beyond the veil.
The mind is a maze of mirrors
Reflecting what we hold back.
May you be the Truth to guide us
And lead us upon your path.
And time is a grand illusion
We let ourselves make believe.
But may we know all is flowing
As life, death and birth complete.
For you are the Light in darkness.
You are the Peace in storm.
You are the breath inspiring
Creation to be reborn.
Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
May all that is in your kingdom
In Heav’n be on Earth the same.
So mote it be!
* Matthew 6:9, King James Version (KJV)
To those who find this offensive, I’m sorry you feel that way. I stand by the Truth that God is, and is within, everything, and this prayer was written from that knowing.
The world sees sheep
As conformists
Flocks of dependents
Stupid, ignorant, unable to think for themselves.
Sheep need permission to breathe
Guidance every step of the way
Shelter from the world
Ingrained fear, “Don’t do that, or else…”
Sheep are followers
Of everyone else
And this is bad.
You don’t want to be a sheep!
The Spirit sees sheep
As unique
Flocks of a web, One Spirit
Intelligent, creative, making Right Thought reality.
Sheep have permission to breathe abundantly
True guidance lighting their path
Shelter from what would drag them down
Choice, “Do that if you will, and pay the consequences.”
Sheep are followers
Of a larger, brighter, knowing shepherd
And this is beautiful.
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