Too Blessed

I’m too blessed to be stressed,
God gives my weary soul sweet rest.
Though storms may rage and trials come,
I walk in peace—His will be done.

I’m too blessed to be depressed,
With joy and grace I am caressed.
Each morning brings new mercies bright,
His love, my anchor in the night.

The world may try to weigh me down,
But I will not wear sorrow’s crown.
My heart is full, my hands raised high
I’m walking blessed beneath His sky.

So when the burdens start to press,
I lift my voice and I confess:
I’m too blessed to lose my song
In Christ, my strength is always strong.

Lamentations 3:22–23 (ESV)

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop