Oh God of Ages past, that is, was, and art to come,

            I thank You for the privilege to pray in the name of Your Son.

I thank You for victories, both past and present,

            For the blessings bestowed on me, I know were Heaven sent.

Lord, I thank You for hearing My petitions which are many fold,

            For the secret ways you answered them, a mystery to behold.

I thank You for the lessons learned, as I sat at Jesus’ feet.

            Take evil from me I pray, Lord, sift me as wheat.

by Tom Stratton