When I was suckling at my mother’s breast,
Or later, wrestling tangles in my hair,
You gently gazed and surely say me there;
Your eye was more attentive than I guessed.
And when I was loud and awkward, insecure,
Or much too silent, hidden deep inside,
You made Your love to flow around my pride
And upheld me when I did not seek Your word.
Now as I struggle and I daily fight
To keep my will and my desires under Yours,
I better see Your plan, Your love, Your powers.
How You purify my sight!