God’s blessings are showering from the heaven
For you and me, abundant, forever, without fail
It is up to us to stand with a bucket or spoon to receive
The glum-faced complains about the spoon he holds
The wise feels no glitch to commute and reach fast
He fills his bucket happily and bows in gratitude
His soul dances happily, glows in a positive attitude
His spirit grows in strength he receives from God