Raised by my mother’s stained glass reflection.

You pray even if he doesn’t always listen. 
And count your blessings, there might not be many,
But she reminds you, “A blessings a Blessing.”

She taught us that the grass wasn’t always greener, 
maybe that was her way of keeping us satisfied. 

When you’re happy with what you’ve been given, you don’t go searching for all you could ever imagine.