The Amazing Find

‘Oh God the provider,’ My voice re-echoed back to me In the dead of the night As I went on my knees in supplication To present my petition To the Great Provider. Even in my innocence, I besought Him, My better half to provide To meet the attributes I’d supplied, Ignorantly unaware that the attributes Best suited to me are in Him to give. Now as I lie still In meditation, And behold His responses to my supplications, I cannot but marvel That though, wrongly I asked, Yet my desires He rightly supplied. And I wondered still: How could this be, Seeing that I asked amiss: For the attributes were not I to give? And I heard a gentle but still voice, saying, It is the Amazing Grace.