Counting blessings

I was wallowing in misery
Lying weeping on my bed
When I suddenly had a thought 
To count my blessings instead

I can think
I have sight
I can read
I can write

I am glad I have a home
And yet can still roam
My family is my strength
For whom I’ll go any length

Then there are some true friends
Who always lend support
In times of my distress
They are the final port

So let me sit and count
Things that make me glad
And this will dispel the gloom
And prevent me from being sad