A young couple sang a song yesterday morning that really got us all thinking. "He's Pouring out Blessings."
I jotted down a few of the words. Some of you may have heard it. I never had.
I'd like to testify just for a minute
Just to tell you how blessed I have been,
But it may take a moment to gain my composer,
"Cause I feel the touch of His Hand.
He's pouring out blessing's again.
He's pouring out blessings
And I don't deserve them~
Over and aver again.
Just to think that He loved
This retched old sinner,
That He died on the cross for my sin.
He's pouring out blessings again.
I wish I knew the other verses that blessed our hearts so much. His blessings are over and over again. Each and every day that we wake ~ to think the Lord gives us another day to serve Him ~ is a blessing. Just to think we can open the Word and read and pray is a blessing, indeed. I am so glad for His blessings and I guess Monday is always my day to tell you about Sunday. Guess I need to give it a name.