Whenever we gather together,

The words are not easy to find,

But love speaks a common language

When people have ties that bind.

We don't always say what we're feeling

As often as families should;

We don't count our blessings out loud,

But somehow they're understood.

We know that we're thankful for living

With the comfort of each other's care;

We're grateful for memories and stories,

And the jokes that our family shares.

We might leave a promise unspoken,

But we know that we're loyal and true;

We can count on companions through life,

In the sunshine and shadows, too.

We might show some special attention

To a stranger, acquaintance, or guest,

But we never forget in our hearts

About those that we really love best.

These blessings can never be counted

Like money or gold dividends;

They can only be shared as the love

That exists when families are friends.