This was your prayer and now it is there
Was this in answer to that, the buzz begins within
This seems to be your peculiar trend
You pray with all expecting faith
Give thanks and then begin to take
A round of reasonings that might make
The thing you seek a way to break
But once begun there is no trace
To find the path of God's good grace
Most attest it is such
So why must you question too much
There are ways unseen and paths unknown
To bring the things you seek back home
It might come here it might come there
Sweeping in silently when your'e not aware
There is no safe crutch, to lean upon or touch
Take them and go, you question too much