My Heart Prays...

Father of life, Creator great
Sometimes I don’t appreciate
The smallest things—a black bird’s call—
Or sometimes… anything at all

And what did I to claim that I
Deserve but things that make me cry
I’m blessed so much; and do I see
The God of all has called to me?

And now my Father, hold I still
With wretched strength to my own will?
Please hold me now, Creator, I
Yet cannot speak, although I try

I do not know—where did I go?
I pray You now my way to show
Or else is this—among my fears
To lose it though it’s sought with tears

Forgive me Father, I have sinned
And threw my concern to the wind
I followed blindly, but You know
I tried to You devotion show

And was I wrong, or was I right?
I seek You now, I need Your light
My way is dark, I thought I knew
Just where to go, and what to do

And here I am—I look to You
To tell me what I ought to do
To show me where I ought to go
To teach me what I ought to know.