Thanks, Dear Father

A small one, Your child, mercifully adopted,
My thanks for the life, I now sing;
Sometimes for Your will, sometimes self will opted
Yet. when asked, You’ve forgiven each thing.

By Your leave, I grow, mature bit by bit,
But, slipping and sliding again,
My love of Your kindness, anchored by it,
I rejoice in Your goodness as then.

My bit of goodness, to foolishness prone,
You restore and steadily grow,
As long as my sustaining is by You alone,
Your life-giving grace will still flow.