Whenever we gather together
The words are not easy to find
But love speaks a common language
When people have ties that bind.
We don't always say what we're feeling
As often as families should;
We don't count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they're understood.
We know that we're thankful for living
With the comfort of each other's care
We're grateful for memories and stories
And the jokes that our family shares.
We might leave a promise unspoken
But we know that we're loyal and true
We can count on companions through life
In the sunshine and shadows, too.
We might show some special attention
To a stranger, acquaintance, or guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really love best.
These blessings can never be counted
Like money or gold dividends
They can only be shared as the love
That exists when families are friends~
x33 From En~
