I don't know of blessings br Why they come to me br Nor why others seem br More fortunate at life's lottery. br br Perhaps it is a gracious Lord br Perhaps just blind fate br That being blessed with so much br I just don't seek much more to take. br br It was not always so br It will not always be, br Yet in these times I wonder br When for a moment the daily strife seems far, br Could it just possibly be br That upon some very distant star br There's an ultimate harmony br Whose days I hope to touch.