Trying to be thankful for what You are doing,
Though at times it is so hard to bear.
Giving You credit for blessings hard to see,
Though I know the price You paid to care.
Trying to be patient with Your perfect labor,
As You’ve shown Your patience endlessly.
Always flesh blaming You for lying,
As the real liar accuses shamelessly.
Trying to be faithful in this life You gave me,
From your endless store of perfect love.
Hope not seen makes hope more pure,
When Your perfect timing makes You move.
Father, I don’t understand Your true, infinite nature;
All I have to give is incomplete.
When your Word reveals His glorified flesh,
I’ll be there to see Him, perfect when we meet.