How many times with my pen in hand,

I tried to tell a story of praise about the Son of Man.

 To try to take from the gift He gave to me

And return an offering of praise to Thee.

 Alone in my room, kneeling by the bed,

Thinking about faith and the Word he has said.

 Words of Grace, He has given and shown

I know that I am not alone.

 For one like me, once so guilty and blind,

He allowed His Great Light to shine.

 So, Lord please take these words of praise, I do….

And allow me to give them back to You.

by Tom Stratton