Prayer 2

You’re so comical, God
with your funny little ways.
Don’t you know I’m catching on to you?
Don’t you think I’m getting it?
All these little tests and trials.
Really now,
not enough money in my account,
too few moments in my day,
so many problems I can’t solve.
So I am all stressed out and half afraid,
thinking you are high and mighty,
and very far away,
when all the time you’re right beside
with that big, soft hearted smile,
twinkling, laughing eyes,
whispering my name,
reaching, touching, caring,
running just ahead
or maybe just behind
always out of sight.
Oh, I’m starting to get it now.
I’m slowly catching on.
You can’t keep your distance, can you,
even when you try.
‘Cause you’re in love with me,
wooing, courting,
singing love songs over me.
Trying to tell me of that love.
Wanting me to love you back,
and prove my love,
a thousand different ways.
To trust you,
to know that you don’t leave.
Yeah, I’m starting to figure it out.
I’m starting to get it now.
But it scares me half to death,
‘cause this could get really serious.