Lyrics

I woke up to a roof, and I called it plain. A cup in my hand, a window in the rain. You gave me breath to borrow, and I asked for more. I missed the quiet mercy, knocking at my door. My tongue is quick to grumble, my heart forgets the gold. I look at tiny trouble, and lose the gifts you hold. Count the gifts, count the gifts, Allah I forget. Count the gifts, count the gifts, before I count regret. One more breath, one more day, mercy in my hands. Count the gifts, count the gifts, help me understand. A small bruise on my skin, and I called it pain. A broken little plan, and I cursed the rain. But you stitched my days together, before I knew my name. You hid a thousand blessings, in the things I blame. My tongue is quick to grumble, my heart forgets the gold. I look at tiny trouble, and lose the gifts you hold. Count the gifts, count the gifts, Allah I forget. Count the gifts, count the gifts, before I count regret. One more breath, one more day, mercy in my hands. Count the gifts, count the gifts, help me understand. When I look again, I see the ground I stand. I see the food, the shelter, I see your gentle hand. Forgive my restless wanting, forgive my jealous sight. Teach me to say thank you, when the sun climbs high. Count the gifts, count the gifts, Allah I forget. Count the gifts, count the gifts, before I count regret. One more breath, one more day, mercy in my hands. Count the gifts, count the gifts, help me understand. Count the gifts, count the gifts, Allah I forget. Count the gifts, count the gifts, teach my heart respect.