You give man what You want him to have, But l really want Your Son to love. I can't have what is a gift from You. When You grant it, then l can that do.
I want Your grace, then my talents grow. Without gifts, l have the shortest view. My Lord, l still stretch my arms and pray; You are living God; You will array.
I depend on You and no one else. My heart and my bare soul you will dress. Without You, l am too weak my Lord As true gifts l can't find in this world.
I love men but their gifts are too small. They can't give what can a rope install Between earth and the sky that You dwell. Just a word from You makes me excel.