Blessed are they who understand My faltering step and my palsied hand.
Blessed are they who know my ears today Must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know That my eyes dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away When coffee was spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile Who stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say, “You’ve told that story twice today.”
Blessed are they who know the way to bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who make it known I’m loved, respected and not alone.
Blessed are they who know I’m at a loss to find the strength to carry the cross.
Blessed are they who ease the days on my journey Home in loving ways.
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