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