Heavenly Father, you’re my dad
Even though I drive You mad
Can’t imagine what You see
In a rebel, such as me
One who spends his time away
Having worldly games to play
Visit You when I feel led
Upon my rising, late in bed
In between I concentrate
On whatever’s on my plate
Contact You when things turn bad
Not a very loving lad
Please be patient, I can see
The need to get up close to thee
May I offer all I’ve got
Everything that is my lot.
