He takes the things I want
And gives me what I need
I’d rather have what’s fun
He considers it as greed
My Father seems so distant
So removed from what I feel
He considers my requests
As selfish and unreal
Why should I even ask?
When He doesn’t seem to care
His standards are so high
I consider them unfair
But He bids me to draw closer
He bids me take His hand
And as I grow much nearer
I begin to understand
My Father’s not uncaring
He is not so far away
Each pain I feel He’s sharing
He hears each prayer I pray
He just wants me to listen
He wants to clearly show
That if I surrender to Him
Perfect peace I’ll come to know
Mt 7:11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
Isa 26:3 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.