Sometimes God grants me blessings, some so profound, you see
That I cannot begin to know why God gave them to me
But I receive them gladly, and pray the Lord won’t choose
To take away the precious things I can’t afford to lose
And as I count those blessings, and thank him for the way
he’s touched my life in ways this poem never could portray
I cannot help but testify to what I feel is true
God surely showed he loved me
when he blessed my life with you
Hiram Sims
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-momma-and-other-women-i-love/
