Counting Sheep

I quickly slipped into my bed


and didn’t say my prayers.


It was so warm and cozy,


I thought, “No one really cares.”


I tossed and turned, and really tried


but sleep was not to be.


I kept thinking of the blessings


Heavenly Father gives to me.


Food to eat, clothes on my back,

a roof over my head.


The love of a dear family

And a warm and comfy bed.

I thought about ten lepers.

The ones Jesus made well.

He healed them all, but only one

came back, his thanks to tell.

 So on my knees, with grateful heart

I prayed so I could sleep.

Then found that counting blessings

Is more fun than counting sheep.