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 Blessed are they...
Blessed are they who understand My faltering step and shaking hand.
Blessed are they who know my ears today Must strain to hear the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know My eyes are dim and my answers slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When my tea was spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they who with a cheery smile Will 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 my ways And bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who ease the days And care for me in loving ways.
Blessed are they who make it known I’m loved, respected and not alone.
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