Oh Father I ask,
How could I miss,
The glory of you,
When I was a kid?
Oh Father I ask,
Why were my eyes closed?
Although You were present,
You remained unknown.
Oh Father I ask,
How could I not see?
The truth of His Name,
It’s plain as can be.
Oh Father I ask,
Why was I so blind?
Blind to your love,
Your love is divine.
Oh Father I thank you,
For the revelation of You.
When I needed you most,
You arrived. Right on cue.
Oh Father I thank you,
Like Zacchaeus in his tree,
You’ve called me by name,
To spend time with me.
Oh Father I thank you,
You’ve restored my vision.
Now I can sense You,
Guiding my missions.
Oh Father I thank you,
At last I can see.
We are the branches,
And You are the Tree.
Amen.