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I’ve no time to worry about what I’ve not.
I’m too busy praising Him for what I’ve got…
Like the sunshine around me; the honey bees;
The shade of an oak tree; an afternoon breeze;
The birds when they’re singing; the fish when they bite;
The rest that’s so welcome when day turns to night.
I’ve no time to worry about what I’ve not.
I’m too busy praising Him for what I’ve got…
Like a kiss from my wife when the day is through,
Or a smile, or a touch, or an, “I love you!”
A “Good morning, Daddy!” starts my day off right.
It ends with, “Sleep tight! Don’t let the bedbugs bite!”
I’ve no time to worry about what I’ve not.
I’m too busy praising Him for what I’ve got…
Like the blood He shed on the old, rugged cross,
Or the peace that comes from counting all things loss;
For the One who loved me and died on the tree
That I from my many sins might be set free!
H. Gradowith