I quickly slipped into my bed
and didn’t say my prayers.
It was so warm and cozy,
I thought, “No one really cares.”
I tossed and turned, and really tried
but sleep was not to be.
I kept thinking of the blessings
Heavenly Father gives to me.
Food to eat, clothes on my back,
a roof over my head.
The love of a dear family
And a warm and comfy bed.
I thought about ten lepers.
The ones Jesus made well.
He healed them all, but only one
came back, his thanks to tell.
So on my knees, with grateful heart
I prayed so I could sleep.
Then found that counting blessings
Is more fun than counting sheep.
