Song: Blessed
Artist: Martina McBride

I get kissed by the sun each morning
Put my feet on a hardwood floor
I get to hear my children laughing
Down the hall through the Bedroom door
Sometimes I sit on my Front porch swing
Just soaking up the day
I think to myself, I think to myself
This world is a beautiful place

Across a crowded room
I know you know what I'm thinking
By the way I look at you
And when we're lying in the quiet
And no words have to be said
I think to myself, I think to myself
This love is a beautiful gift
When I'm singing my kids to sleep
When I feel you holding me I know

 

 

Rebecca Lin 2014 Autumn In USA