“Your Father knows what you need before you ask him. This is how you are to pray: Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name…” Mt 6:8-9
What God is this, who e’er ignores my pleas
Each time I beg for trinkets I must own?
What God, I say, who drops me to my knees
To teach me I’m not God, but ash and bone?
What God, who offers comfort when I’m pained
Yet sets a harsh road Godward I’d not choose?
Who, as a man, no life of pleasure feigned
But offered cross with joy? Can this be ruse?
What God would die in agony awash,
So I could know at death He’s by my side?
Would let me suffer, greater ills to quash?
To draw my faith, His hand would sometimes hide?
A God, I say, who in love seeks my good
More than my pleasure: as a Father would.