Lori sat in bed, browsing the web on her laptop. Though, for her, that wasn’t easy. She was virtually bedridden with CRPS (chronic regional pain syndrome). She often skipped capital letters and punctuation just to spare the relentless stabbing pains in her hands.
The next thing she knew, her husband, Steve, was rousing her awake. She hadn’t remembered falling asleep! As she opened her eyes, she focused on her laptop. A poem, perfectly punctuated, was on the screen. The author? Her. And, inexplicably, the words were just what she needed to heal her soul. Read our story about Lori.
How Can I Count My Blessings When I Am So Sad?
Just a moment in time
We shall never get back
All our Savior's love promised in His pact
Gone all our worries, cry no more
For He gave His life so we all could be more
Enduring each moment that feels like a year, not knowing what is to be next in our tears
A peace and a grace sweeter there is none…
Love peace and joy pour over the rim of our cup
How do I count my blessings from Above?
And we came to Him
And we ran to Him
And we cried to Him
What will happen now?
And He gave His love
And He gave His peace
And he cried along with us…but promised us this:
I am
I am
I am
His peace surpasses all understanding
I am
I am
I am
His promises forever enduring.
He wrapped me in His arms
He held me close through the storm
All fears, all doubts all pain, I shout
Theres no place for you here!
I am
I am
I am
His peace surpasses all understanding
I am
I am
I am
Just as my last tear runs down my cheek
It is wiped away by an invisible breeze
Gone all our worries, cry no more
For He gave His life so we all could be more
Enduring each moment that feels like a year, not knowing what is to be next in our tears
A peace and a grace sweeter there is none…
I close my eyes
I rest on my bed
His pillow of promises is under my head
He gives me comfort deep in my soul
I am
I am
I am, I rest, I have His peace, I am loved,
No more worries, no more fears
My blessings are so many no room for tears!