Uncounted Blessings Jill Wolf, 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.