My almost-5-year-old daughter this morning, prompted only by the Holy Spirit:

“Thank you, God, for making us. Thank you, God, for our blocks. Thank you, God, for our hands so we can build and play.”

That might possibly be the most unadulterated, beautiful prayer I’ve ever heard*.

* technically, my wife told me about this just now, but I can hear it in my head because she says things like this frequently