always missing you
When i think of you my son, tears fall, but many memories
I count my blessings that i had you 42 years
count it Gods way, He new what was best.
My darling son, your now eternally at rest
Blessings are always coming, each new day
I don't always understand everything, but
that's when i pray...
count each blessing every night before i go to bed.
you gave me so many memories, they are blessings too.
Twice i count you as a blessing son,even though you
left too soon.
(when i count my blessings i count you twice )
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