IT’S YOURS FOR THE ASKING
IT’S YOURS FOR THE ASKING
Daughter, why are you in such a mess?
Lord, that is all I managed to get
Better still, I deserve all this stress
For long ago I messed up so bad.
No my child, you deserve better
And know I keep no record of mess
Once you cry to me for help.
Son, you are so high on drugs.
Lord, Daddy left and mummy fell to drinking
I feel so lonely all the time
Oh, if I had some loving father
To tell of pleasant times and weather.
Come into my arms sweet little thing
And be loved of a father who cares indeed.
Why are you so worried my beloved?
Lord, I staked it all, I lost it all
I gave in much, I got but little
I lost the hope, I lost the joy.
Believe, believe, sweet gentle lady
And you will see my joy in the morning
Then you will bear my glory to many.
What ails thee my dear dear friend?
Lord, you gave me work to do
I tried but couldn’t make it through
Where are the checks and where are the cheers?
It was never by might or power
Without me you will labor without favor
And rest assured, all I have is yours for the asking.