My Lord, with every granting of Thy grace
I lift up towards Thee both arms and face.
Undeserving as I am of these Thy gift
They yet provide my yearned for uplift.
As a mere child at the receiving end
Of benefactions that Thou dost extend,
I must now grope for fitting words of thanks
And come up merely with pages of blanks.
For Thy goodness Lord God dwarfs my response
And underlines the distance
That sinful creature stark in some way sense
Between what we deserve and providence.
I realise it is but pride’s own ploy
To keep me unreceptive to Thy joy
And make me truant in this stewardship
That through my careless angers I’ve let slip.
I vow henceforth, aware now of Thy love,
To see Thy bounty as my treasure – trove.
Amen…
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