Content, I walk this path unknown,
For I am Yours, no more my own.
Let the world chase dust and flame,
For I have found a truer name.
So poor are they who grasp for gold,
And miss Your grace, Your gentle fold.
Content I am with breath and bread,
With twilight paths and peace when led.
Let gratitude be my anthem,
For You have paid my ransom.
Whether sorrow comes or joy surrounds,
Still steadfast shall Your grace resound.
No cry for more, no plea for less
My portion is Your faithfulness.
A thankful soul, a humble mind,
Yearning for lost sheep to find.
For this is what I seek to own,
Gifts of Your heart, my cornerstone.
So here I bow, and here I stay,
Grateful for You, every day.
I’m ever held in love divine,
Content to call Thy glory mine.
What more, O Lord, could I but miss
A Father’s love, a Savior’s kiss?
Let thankfulness be all I speak
For You, my Lord, are all I seek
I hear Your Words, as You say to me,
“The richest life is the one lived with me”