And it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
And sometimes the going's tough
But I've got loving ones all around me,
And that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for his blessings,
And the mercies He's bestowed.
I remember times when things went wrong,
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
And the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,
About the tough rows I have hoed.
If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
To help others bear their loads.
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