I bless you Father for hiding these things from the clever.
And revealing them to mere children.
Is this not our hope simplicity and endeavour?
Trusting openness as a pilgrim can be a given.
We must try to pass on our burden.
Ask him to take the crushing weight.
His care is certain.
His demands are light.
But we must believe in the Son.
That His Father is tender
That we are like a grandson.
And His love will never falter.
Endless burdens will cease.
Our life given a new lease.