Just the Fringes

Oh, bless your name, dear Father,
Who grants us through these days,
though so frail in understanding,
to see the fringes of Your ways.

We perceive in part Your message,
what You've done, both veiled and plain.
The telling of Your word and deeds,
this world would not contain.

But, even, Lord, in the fringes,
of Your ways and of Your thought,
there has been enough to show us,
our flawed life from destruction bought.

How Your words and ways the enemy,
whose aims Your power can singe,
with the fire and spirit that makes us free,
though we've only seen the fringe.