Is He Really Mine Lord? Poem by Sandra Black

Is he really mine Lord?
I scarce believe it
Is he really truly
Mine for the asking?

Is his lovely happy self
His chirpy countenance
Really now all mine?
I scarce believe it

His attentive listens
His uplifting words
His lofty ideals
His depths of lows

All mine
And I ask no more
I am grateful Lord
I am so very much

I never hoped
I had none such
Grateful Gratuitous
All of the above

His wise peaceful calm
silly anxious stressed
His confused, confounded
Mysterious enigmatic self

I want no more joy
I have the best
I am now truly blessed
There so I have confessed

O Lord I thank thee
From the bottom of my heart
It's filled now with that little upstart
Overflowing to the brim

I have forgotten all things grim
Anymore pleasure I scarce can take
I need to give myself a good shake
Then perhaps it will sink in

This delirious feeling
Mush & little butterflies
His gaze so loving
His searching eyes

Thank you Lord
Again I pray
May he forever
Make me sway