Ever-Loving, All-Surprising One,
here we come, childlike, eager–oh!
Fault assaults weaken intention;
guilt silt build-ups cloud attention;
chagrin erodes our confident grins.
We want to say what You say–yes!
Let the little children come, but
we ignore their story-fishing and
reject their invites to play act.
Clear our clogged channels, Light Master;
dredge us clean of all our grudge sludge;
disinfect us. Re-baptize us
in Your clutter-free downsizing stream.
Christen each of us Your beloved
children, humble, joyful psalmsters.