A PSALM
Hear my prayer dear Father above,
Let my voice tell of my growing love,
Let my rejoicings be in my poetry,
May words glide always gentle and free,
Each fibre of my being giving praise unto thee,
My heart ever offer my prayer in true felicity.
Bless me Father with thoughts clear and pure,
May Thy sweet spirit on me freely pour.
Gratitude swells within, appreciation overflows
As I count the many blessings thou freely bestows.
Listen Lord to all the words I cannot write,
Hear my tender heart utter words of delight,
Maybe in some higher place better words I’ll find
When I leave all earthly restrictions behind.
Until then let earthly words flow like a river,
Never ending travelling on for ever and ever.
Yet if this gift should no longer be mine to share,
I will offer praises to Him for all the years it was there.
For all gifts are from God so are His to take and His to give,
May I in all things have the strength this concept to live.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 3, 2002