Honor

I cannot think of a better day to honor this man than on Thanksgiving.
This is my Grandpa.
When his wife died of cancer leaving two sons, one of them only two years old who broke both of his legs in the months following her death, and having a job on the railroad that made caring for these sons very complicated, he chose to be grateful.
He went about singing Count Your Many Blessings to carry him through this hard time.
Thank you for your legacy, Grandpa.

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,

When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,

Count your many blessings, name them one by one,

And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Refrain:

Count your blessings, name them one by one,

Count your blessings, see what God hath done!

Count your blessings, name them one by one,

And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?

Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?

Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,

And you will keep singing as the days go by.

Refrain

When you look at others with their lands and gold,

Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;

Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy

Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

Refrain

So, amid the conflict whether great or small,

Do not be disheartened, God is over all;

Count your many blessings, angels will attend,

Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.