You’ve been working very hard
doing all that you’ve been told
How you’ve battled and come far
Now you’re safe, inside your home
Outside of your window’s a siren, so shrill
just how did they reach you on top of your hill?
Problems all around you and
you are getting sadder and sadder
God’s in charge of everything
And he’s letting all of this happen
God wants us to go to him for everything
Light, like sunset, on your wall
shouldn’t be there, late at night
It’s another thing that’s wrong
Just another thing not right
So late, there’s no reason that light should be there
the rescue squad vehicles fill the night air
Many things are bad, although
all of it God’s manufactured
God’s in charge of all of this
There, we get our satisfaction
God wants us to go to him for everything
God’s our everything
Why should you get upset?
Cursed is this world, at best
Many things are a test
Pray for your every step, don’t stop
Keep in constant contact with God
As Sinatra sings some songs
you think back, upon the days
With your father, you belong
You relax, well, on the way
The men, hard at work on the body, are skilled
My friend, like big daddy, we’re weaned from the milk
Oddly, crazy symphonies
play this late, late midnight hour
God’s in charge, go in, to him
There, we’re safe, inside his tower
God wants us to go to him for everything
God’s our everything
Happy Father’s Day