Father, I thank you

Father, I thank You for this gorgeous day;

For every breath I draw into my lungs;

For new beginnings and the endings which

Precipitate them. All is perfect when

I let go of my own definitions

Of how all things should look and act and feel.

Your Will it is my pleasure to perform

For when I try to exercise my own

Apart from Yours, it is but misery

In some form that I bring upon myself

I do not ask You for a single thing

But call forth that which is latent within

To house and feed and clothe me, all my good

Must come from myself as a spider weaves

Her web out of the substance of herself.

If I ask You for aught I do deceive

Myself into believing I can use

You. Rather, I ask to be used by You,

In service of salvation's perfect plan

To show the natural abundance of

The Christ in His sweet ministry of Love.