What is it with me I often ask,
Before going to the Lord in prayer.
That makes him want to stay with me,
And go with me everywhere.
He's always there when I want to talk,
He listens to every word.
The advice he gives in response,
Beats any lecture I've ever heard.
I think that if I'd ask Him for the moon.
He'd throw in a bunch of stars.
If I ask Him to touch a broken heart,
He'd heal my deepest scars.
Who is this person who loves me so,
What does He hope to gain in return.
I hope someday to respond in kind,
For now I just listen and learn.
Sometimes He reminds me of a child,
Who's love comes in many flavors.
It makes me want to run the block,
And share Him with all my neighbors.
Someday I suppose He'll make it clear,
Why He chose to be my friend.
A constant help in times of trouble,
My ally to the bitter end.