You chose
1941 my time to enter this crazy world,
and Kansas City the place to drop in,
from the union of James and Sally,
and live in a place of spacious skies
and waves of grain.
Thank you.
You know my name.
I am your son.
I belong to you.
I am not my own.
I am your problem
And your joy.
I am what I am by your grace.
What I can do are gifts from you
The writing, teaching and barbequing steaks, taking out the trash, washing the
cars, and paying the bills,
And on rare occasions - not my forte -
replacing the garbage disposal, painting walls,
and fixing stuff
Thank you.
You choose where you want my gifts,
to be given to others.
My manipulations and self-promotions
To serve
To be noticed
To be significant
Have not worked out well.
You know where I fit best.
So you choose where the light shines.
And I'll rest in being significant to you.
I inherited my temptations
(Oh, Adam, what have you done?)
Father, only you can fix me.
And you are restoring me to perfect condition.
You are not finished yet, but you will.
You finish everything you start.
I don't have to impress others with phony goodness,
Just be myself.
You like "real."
Others are not thinking about me anyway,
They have their own worries.
Suffering is part of the deal
In man's insane world.
But you know the pain,
And you have overcome,
And the twisted powers that be
Will soon become the powers that have been.
So I can be of good cheer.
My past is forgiven.
My sins are gone, not just covered.
You have forgotten and moved on.
So I can too.
The future is your painting.
You are my Protector and Provider.
I will check out when you decide
No sooner no later.
And you will take me to my special room
You have been designing
With my books and lazy boy chair.
My room with a view of the universe
And we will continue our talk together
Around the table with Malcolm, C.S., G.K.,
Paul, Joseph, David, John,
And the rest of your great family
And all will be home.
So now the sun is rising on today
I don't have to worry,
You have it all covered,
I am free to be with you,
It's fun to be your joy.
Guess that is what you wanted all along.
To choose the best and only thing
That is really needed -
Sitting with you and listening - this morning
Why don't you take a hot cup of coffee
To your sleeping wife on this cold morning?
Remember the song,
Little things mean a lot.
That's the way it is with me,
I am in the little things that become big
Only what you can handle,
A light burden and easy yoke
One step at a time
Good idea, Father.
What's after that?
"When you finish that step of love,
I'll let you know what's next...
Remember one step at a time
And we will go together - forever."