Dear God, sunbeams and drops of warm rain build me up, even in these winter days. You shine on me, though I be a misshapen lump of clay. I need but look left and right to discover the bounty you have heaped around me.
What have I done to merit such love? These riches overwhelm. Imperfect and small, I know if I were to get my just desserts the result would be misery. Yet instead you shine, shine upon me.
What a discovery, dear Lord: you love me without condition. I already have all I need here at my feet.
If I can be so saved then others may, too. Let me spread this news.