To me, he leads,
I am faithful to his word.
I make a mess of things,
and he cleans up the dirt.
These butterflies are real,
I marvel at everything.
The sky, the trees, the clouds, the flowers,
my soup, my tea, the smell of brownies.
He tickles my conscious,
with little amusements.
He is gentle in correction,
when I am a stubborn mule.
I will gladly take on the beating of the day,
for he rewards those who continue to praise him.
I sing songs of joy,
for the earth is ours for the taking!
I will spread glory to his name,
for his love is unconditional.