God at Work

I look upon my past in wonder, Lord,
I see Your Providence at work in me,
how much it seems You've helped me when I've scored,
and guided me aright in misery.

How often You have steered me back on track,
when I've retreated, You have pushed me on,
You've reined me in from going with the pack,
You've led me places no one else has gone.

When I am lonely, You are ever near,
You shield me from myself and foe alike,
You bring me back from illness, sin and fear,
You're on my guard before my temptors strike.

Thanks, Lord, for all the overtime You work,
caused by the fact that I'm a sorta jerk.

                     -- by Pete Voelz          10/09