Lord God, to me, one priceless privilege
seems periously close to sacrilege.
You gave me children -- spirit-stuff of Thine
for me to clothe in flesh and call them mine.
Eternal souls to keep and train for Thee,
You gave in trust to me -- yes, even me!
Not long; a little while: now they are grown
and, by Thy grace, well fit to walk alone
with Thee. Yet I keep over-flowing
with wonder at my privilege of knowing
spirits like these. That they were mine to mold
and, gone their ways, are still my own to hold
in friendship -- sweet and powerful and rare
as full awareness of an answered prayer --
such honor, Lord, is much too much for me!
Amazed, I cry my gratitude to Thee!