For failure I was well equipped
 And should have come to grief,
By atavism grimly gripped,
 A fool beyond belief.
But lo! the Lord was good to me,
 And with a heart to sing,
He gave me to a rare degree
 The Gift of Wondering.
 
I could not play a stalwart part
 My shoddy soul to save,
And should have gone with broken heart
 A begger to the grave;
But praise to my anointed sight
 As wandering I went,
I sang of living with delight
 In terms of Wonderment.

Aye, starry-eyed did I rejoice
 With marvel of a child,
And there were those who heard my voice
 Although my words were wild:
So as I go my wistful way,
 With worship let me sing,
A treasure to my farewell day
 God's Gift of Wondering.