We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing,
for richly He’s blessed us, in years now gone by.
The warmth of our hearth and the love of our family
are more than good fortune; they’re gifts from on high.
When life is less than kind to me,
I climb right up my family tree.
I planted a little story seed,
just placed it deeply in the ground
and, fertilizing carefully,
spread all the dirt and mulch around.
The sky is in fluffy white pieces today…
a drift-covered mountain, aglow.
O, that the meekness of a child might somehow be my own!
My heart would never turn from Thee to find my way alone.
Earth moves and mankind trembles,
rocked by fear of the unknown.
The mountains shift beneath our feet,
displacing sand and stone.
When chamomile tea she slurped,
Leigh stayed awake but soundly burped.
The melatonin was okay,
but left her groggy the next day.