Blessed are the children, innocent and new;
Blessed are the parents, with smiles so proud and true.
Blessed are the people who love them just as much;
Blessed are the strangers whose lives they’ll someday touch.
Blessed is the wind, blowing gently o’er the plain;
Blessed is the water, cleansing all the pain.
Blessed is the fire, burning bright through darkest nights;
Blessed is the earth, its valleys and its heights.
Blessed is the sun, whose warmth fills up the years;
Blessed is the rain, to wash away the tears.
Blessed is the beauty, inspiring life so sweet;
Blessed is the sorrow, when end of life we meet.
Blessed are the days, both good and sadness filled;
Blessed are the nights, our visions there to build.
Blessed are the moments we share with those we love;
Blessed are the years we live, a life to be proud of.