O God, I thank Thee: A poem 

O God, I thank Thee for your wondrous work of art 

There’s beauty in my life, a sense of duty sets me apart 

Thanks for the love I gathered, the souls I’ve brothered 

Even little children are mentors teaching all that mattered 

I know I am a universe in Thine eyes, where nothing is small 

I have built the temples of my life shaped to Thy call 

And, in all my little errors, I humbly wish to recall 

that Thy judgment for me is mercy, another chance for it all 

Truth is not a plaything; you can’t kick it like a ball 

The athlete that fakes it has his back to Thy wall 

Honesty is bold letters even if it is a lowly scrawl 

Thou asks for integrity, where even the puny stand tall 

Fame and fortune to Thee are mere whiskers, just a whisper 

My gift from you is a guardian angel; in bliss I have kissed her 

We may cast long shadows of ego, yet we have to depart 

And the knowledge of that reality, we should see from the start