can beat us down, and make us wonder why we are alive.
When weary of my earthly form, I think on blessings given,
and count each friend, a precious gem, in flight my spirits risen.
I worry less, about this shell, the pain the soreness too,
and think about how much they bless, and then I am not so blue.
Thank you my friends, my sweetest joys, my life is so complete.
How much you lift my burdens, and make my life so sweet.
Ginger G.
