God loves Me!

Sometimes I get to thinking - of the way you care for me
And I feel so very humble, that such a thing could be.
For I'm only just a creature that you fashioned out of clay,
But you're always making sure that I have all I need each day!!

Sometimes when I am worried and I don't know what to do,
And things don't seem to work out, I always run to you.
And what I thought were problems, simply vanish beneath your Hand,
You take the time to listen and you always understand.

My dwelling may be humble, but You share my small abode,
And when I feel I'm sinking, You are there to lift the load!
And I count myself most blessed, that anyone can be,
Because I KNOW beyond a doubt that my Savior loveth me!!!

Help me, Lord, to count my blessings. To know that every good and perfect gift comes from your Hand. You are MY STRENGTH!!