o but I am blessed

the snow just reminds me of you;
how everytime it snowed we tried to get together
that never happened ha.

Its hard to lose what seems like everything..
but o how I am blessed..


blessed with these feet
blessed with these hands
to serve my Lord, my King..


as i sacrifice food
i ask for enlightment
i ask for direction
i ask for hope.

I do believe that God is FAITHFUL.
He sustains.
He provides.
He conquers.
He loves.

My King, I owe you everything..

The flowers sing your praises.
The Earth shouts your glory.
and though my voice is small,
I chime in.
My voice will sing your praises forever.

For You are my love.
I am but a vessel.