Surrounded by blessings, it's all I see & hear
Lack is noise and it's being cancelled out
Wherever the enemy stays, lurking
I have Angels around, constantly watching
All of my supplies come from above,
I have no fears of it running out
When things look a little undesirable,
Stressing & worrying are unrequired,
I simply lift up my voice like a mass choir
And He does the works of His hands like He's unretired
A blessed life is that of faith & not of senses.