A Child's Prayer.

Thank You for my will so frail.
Thank You, for my efforts fail.
Thank You for the strength I lack.
Thank You for a weary back.

Thank You for fault-finding eyes,
for gossip whispered, taunts, and lies.
Thank You for the years I’ve lost
to sweat and sorrow, rust and frost.

Thank You, for a better man,
would now be tempted, Lord, to stand,
before a gift flesh cannot earn,
in kneeling low, I'm made to turn,

from every mortal gap to grace,
from proud demands to broken praise,
though blind and mute, though sick and lame,
my all is found in Jesus' name.