The Little Things

I praise you Lord, for all the little things The birds I saw this morning The good locker you gave me Which really is a big thing At least here behind prison walls In this place of imprisoned souls And bodies Chained without and within Thank for your kindness So many people coming to my aid I know you are there, Lord Help me reach out an lay hold of you To grasp the horns of the altar To hold fast and not let go Lord I feel lost, hurt and abandoned Though I know you are there You here, I see you all around Surely there must be a way For me to more fully open to you I need your love, I want you in my heart I'm longing to be filled up inside I know you long to give me big things But first I need to appreciate the small And steward them as you want me to Help me Lord, please help me To know how much I am truly loved -Stephen Pursell, 2003