Count My Blessings

I count 1, 2, 3
All the blessings following me
Every step I take
I see
More and more just fall on me

I count 1, 2, 3
Turn my worry into peace (into peace)
If I lose my way
I breathe
Name my gifts and find my feet

Wake up
Late sun on my floor
Old shoes by the half-open door
Mama laughing in the next room
Off-key
Little things
Still they carry me

Spilled coffee
Stain on my sleeve
Still smiling
Got all that I need
Got my people
Got my breath
That's three
After that
It's just extra to me

Bad days try to pull me down slow
But I'm counting on the way that I grow
Got some scars
Yeah
They sit on my skin
Every mark is a place I've been

Screenshot wins
When they come my way
Save the loss
I'll rewrite it someday
Even storms gotta run out of steam
Till they do
I'll be counting my reasons to sing