I Am Too Blessed
Just as a mother hen gathers her chicks.. So too I am gathered, under the arms of Jesus. I rest in the bosom, of the one I call friend.. For He alone, is with me till the end. I strive for perfection.. I strive to prevail. In all my endeavours, I am healed from all ail. There is a banner above me.. And I know who I am.. So I shout a Hallelujah.. In storm and in calm. I am too blessed to be stressed.. Within and without. For favour and fortune.. Is mine beyond doubt. What tomorrow will bring.. My eyes cannot see.. But I know who owns tomorrow.. And I am grateful He chose me.