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When upon life billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged thinking, all is lost.
Count your many blessings every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.
*Chorus:*
Count your blessings, name them one by one.
Count your blessings, see what God has done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one.
Count your many blessings see what God has done
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The Lyricist Johnson Oatman wrote this very powerful song. From now until January 2018, this is my prescription for you, my cherished family, partners &friends.
Please don’t mock those who died in the course of this 2017, with the mention of what you haven’t achieved or gotten!
Don’t mock those who have millions in bank accounts but can’t spend it because they are bedridden, with the mention of your lack of funds!
Don’t mock those who suffer from insanity, with your concern for a lack of spouse!
Don’t mock those who are still childless after many years of marriage, with fretting over your difficult child(ren)!
Don’t mock those who have never had a decent job, with grumbling over your lack of promotion or bonus or even unpaid entitlements!
Don’t mock those who are homeless or have lost their accommodation to floods or fires or hurricanes or war, over your inability to build/buy your personal house this year!
Don’t mock those who lost their legs or feet, sniveling about not having shoes for Christmas/New Year!
Don’t mock those who are too ill to swallow any food, with your sulking about your lack of food for Christmas/Year!
Don’t mock those whose operations liquidated or folded up, with complaints about your lack of profits!
There are people who would do anything just to have a fraction of all the Blessings God has extended to you in the course of 2017.