©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
O, that the meekness of a child might somehow be my own!
My heart would never turn from Thee to find my way alone.
If I could hear as children hear, believe as children do…
then I would always feel Thee near, reminding me what’s true.
But I am often filled with pride, and though I may not boast,
sometimes I fail to look up, even when I need Thee most.
Perhaps I think that I am strong and capable and wise.
I hope that I am all of these, but not in my own eyes.
The world would have me credit every good I do to me,
yet every virtue I can claim is but a gift from Thee,
and every skill that I employ is given by Thy hand.
Why must a truth so simple be so hard to understand?
O, that the meekness of a child might somehow fill my soul,
then would I let Thy goodness enter in and make me whole.