Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and nervous hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears
Today must strain to catch the things they say
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When my coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cherry smile
Who stopped to chat for awhile.
Blessed are they who never say
‘you told that story twice today.’
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who know I’m at a loss.
To find the strength to carry my cross.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways.
Author Unknown
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and nervous hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears
Today must strain to catch the things they say
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When my coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cherry smile
Who stopped to chat for awhile.
Blessed are they who never say
‘you told that story twice today.’
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who know I’m at a loss.
To find the strength to carry my cross.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways.
Author Unknown
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