Forgive me, my Father.
When things have gone well with me and I have left Thee out,
Crowded my days with work and pleasure and forgotten Thee.
I have been so foolishly proud that I have imagined I could get on without Thee,
So I have lost the sense of thy dear Presence from my life.
I was content with human companionship and often scamped or omitted my prayers
Joy and health, success and comfort, youth and high-spirits made me indifferent to Thee, who didst give them all.
Let me in the future see Thee in all thy gifts,
Seek communion with thee when I feel no need of thee
And cling to thee as I do to a human friend
Take Thy rightful place again o Lord, for in thee alone is life and enduring peace.
By Leslie Weatherhead