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May 2014
How do you count all the blessings that are sent from God.        
It becomes to difficult and it seems so hard.                                   You can never count all of his pain when one of us dies.            Or the amount of his tear drops every time he cries.                  You can never measure his smile when a child is born on earth. Or even come up with an amount of what his smile is worth. You can't measure the look on his face or see his scorn.            And we can't measure his hurt when his heart is torn.              We can't count how many times he has picked us up from the ground.                                                          ­                                              
Or all of the hugs he gives us whenever we're down.         There's no way of counting his love or his eternal grace.            Or even how many beautiful stars he has put into space. There's no need to count his blessings or measure his love.    
But it is really important to be grateful for the things that are sent from above.                                                           ­                          The bright green grass and the beautiful sunflowers.                 All the hot summer days and the cool sun showers.                   The subtle spring breeze and the cold winter snow.                  And the beautiful colored leaves when the Autumn winds blow. All the wonderful sounds when the little birds sing.                 And the twinkle in the sky that the night stars bring.             These blessings are endless and they go on and on.                These blessings have been with us since the day we were born. We can never count Gods blessings, but we should be grateful that their here.                                                            ­                     Because God gives us these blessings to show us that he cares. R. Mendoza
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Rodney Mendoza  nyc
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