I know these words are not my own
I’m amazed by the Father’s hand
Carrying my pen across the page
Allowing me to help us both understand
The meaning of life and why we were born
Is to carry the torch of our faith
To our brothers and sisters caught up in the storms
Of life and Liberty and the pursuit of happiness
Yes, our struggles will continue
When we think we know what’s best
We say that we pray…but do we get down on our knees
Before asking The Father to fulfill or needs?
We shoot bullet prayers often… straight up to the sky
We talk to God while driving in the car
But when was the last time we fell before His throne
Instead of just wishing on His stars
We question, we ponder, how do we know when He answers our prayers?
Do we think we should get a vision or a sign?
When His answer comes you’ll know deep down in your gut
Not just at the corners of your mind
There are times we believe we’ve received answered prayer
Maybe regarding a relationship, a problem or a job?
Only to find our signals got crossed and
We must change the channel, turn the page…twist the knob
To get on the right frequency to receive His Word
And continually make the right choice
So we don’t get mixed signals we must kneel when we pray
To stay in tune with The Father’s voice
