I use to love to talk to my Father
I love to read the bible and pray,
I love to get up in his lap sometimes
As I get up and about and start my day.

When I was a child I use to get in papa's lap
And I knew he would keep me safe from harm,
All I had to do was ask for what I wanted
At times he said no, but kept me in his arms.

If my earthly father loved me enough
To take care of me and help me grow,
why shouldn't my heavenly father do as much
I don't even worry about it, he will, I know.

Sometimes he would say no to me
And it was always for my own good,
If he didn't we might get the idea
And try and get anything we could.

He knows our needs before we pray
But He wants us to ask for what we need,
And sometimes we ask for what we want
Be careful, that could turn to greed.

I have so much to be thankful for
Lord you are so very good to me,
Sometimes I feel like I bug you too much
But I know that's the devil, I can see.

He tries to tells me you don't have time for me
And that my praying does no good,
Or just not the right time to talk to you
He'd like me to believe that if I would.

I have no time for you devil
So go away and leave me alone,
I'll keep my eyes on Jesus
And you go below that's your home.

Written by
Gilda M.Barham
3/10/1999