My Favorite Thing

My favorite thing...
What can it be?
Oh, how can I choose
From all I do and see?

The kitty is cute,
The puppy is fun,
The horse so beautiful,
Can I choose just one?

But why stick to beasts?
Of course, there is more;
Such as flowers and trees,
These I cannot ignore.

To run and to play,
To write or to read;
To pick one of these
Is hard indeed.

My favorite thing...
I think I now know.
Is the privelege of having a Father
to whom,

With all my thoughts I may go.
For it is He,
And only He,
Who has given the precious gift of life
And all it holds to me.