Blessings Disguised
© Harold Vondenstein 1-15-03
Dear Father
My Lord, Savior King
It is You who gives me everything
My blessings come in many forms
Comfort in this world
Or being without means
Only You know
The true meaning of a blessing
Only You
Have the wisdom to forsee
What must happen in my life
To bring about your plan
What must happen
To thwart the enemy
Teach me to recognize Your wisdom
Teach me to accept Your divine lead
Convict me to move forward with confidence
Through blessings disguised as adversity