Then sing my soul rejoicing much;
God is my Father; I'm his child;
He guides me with a loving touch;
I frolic like a little lamb.
The world in which I'm born was good;
But things have changed and look much worse;
The Lord gives me a pretty mood;
Why should I ever worry then?
I'm glad, a Christian good, I'm born;
Oh, what a priceless gift from God!
For sins of mine, His Son was torn
Upon the cross, and shed His blood.
Oh, what a loving God I know;
His love for man is infinite;
To Omnipotent God, I bow;
I'll keep His commandments all life.
God made me pot of special clay;
He fills it up to brim always;
I'm glad He uses me His way;
In peace, I'll spend my earthly days.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem