Count your blessings
Announce your presence
Like job of old, the story would be told
Your friends gather to celebrate
Your enemies stagger in your gaze
The smile comes
Reproach's gone
Who did it? You asked with a speaker
The answer came in a whisper... God did it
Your enemies were buried 6ft down
With the shovel you added an extra 4ft.. 10 is the number, for you have been blessed 10 times over
In the silence of the night
In the quiet of the dark
You go on your knees to pray
A prayer of Thanksgiving
Cos he that brought you this far
Would never let you down..... He is God Almighty