Wonder

For failure I was well equipped And should have come to grief, By atavism grimly gripped, A fool beyond belief. But lo! the Lord was good to me, And with a heart to sing, He gave me to a rare degree The Gift of Wondering. I could not play a stalwart part My shoddy soul to save, And should have gone with broken heart A begger to the grave; But praise to my anointed sight As wandering I went, I sang of living with delight In terms of Wonderment. Aye, starry-eyed did I rejoice With marvel of a child, And there were those who heard my voice Although my words were wild: So as I go my wistful way, With worship let me sing, A treasure to my farewell day God's Gift of Wondering.