I don’t like it when I feel this way.
No real reason…my life is so good.
But nevertheless, I’m wanting to brood.
I’m thinking ’bout things I wish I had.
And that’s a good recipe for feeling bad.
need to swap out the bitter for something that’s sweet
to change up the gall and conjure a treat.
There’s no use stirring up sadness and strife
When God‘s given me such a beautiful life.
So, rather than focus of things I have not
I’ll concentrate on them that I’ve got.
A loving family and friends galore
a calling to serve and oh, there’s more…
the smell of the ocean, the breeze on my face
the freedom to worship, and God’s loving grace.
A place to call home, in a town that I love
the sunshine, the rain and stars up above.
The way that things smell, the Father’s sweet Love.
A hope for the future…the laughter I’m full of.
And just like that, I’m blue no longer
My feelings of gratitude suddenly stronger
So color me with a hue more contrary
I’m sooo not blue…more like CANARY.