Like one of the nine* I have been
receiving, yet devoid of praise.
My thanks for You does not begin
to speak and pray the many ways
You lift, transform and heal within.
To You my heart and soul I raise
and with this Spirit I rejoice,
My savior, humbled at Your voice.
At morning’s rise, Your sweet perfume
wafts through my senses fragrantly
as You once did inside the womb.
You wove and knit all parts of me
With cherished breath, designed to bloom,
to bend, survive: a willow tree.
And so I lift my thanks this day
to catch your breeze and bow and sway.
At each day’s end You give me rest
from troubles, worry, doubt and fear.
Into Your arms I lie caressed
where rippling, peaceful streams are near.
For me, Your servant, You have blessed.
My Holy God, You have no peer.
Each hour You bestow so much
and I sing praises for Your touch.
I lift Your Holy Name on high
Thus calling out my love for You
with thanks and prayer to magnify
so no one ever misconstrues.
My thankfulness does testify
A living sacrifice anew.
You are my Precious Savior, Lord;
through me Your Living Water pours.