As A Child

May I be as a child,

With a heart that burns

In pursuit of Thine

Own heart at every turn.

May I be as a child,

Whose tempered will is trained

By Thine own desire,

My happiest constraint.

And as Thine own dear child,

Who has supped upon the bread

At Thy table, satisfied,

Though may I hunger yet.

As Thine own dear child,

Dear, as by Thine own deed,

Impress on me love simplified,

Is simply love complete.

So may I be as a child

Who, found by Thee, seeks Thee more,

Not meaning gain or good delight,

But meaning solely Thee, O Lord.

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig