Imagine

 

Imagine a father, apart from his son

Desperately wanting to join in the fun

Of family relations with him who he raised

But finds that their closeness is all but erased

Imagine that father, with joy in his heart

His son is approaching with promise to start

A meaningful union that grows into love

But first come conditions, concealed in his glove.

If you bless me richly, give me a good life

Prevent all the upsets, all illness and strife

Then I'll give you worship and plenty of praise

Acknowledge your sponsorship all of my days

For I love the world and all it contains

I've so many hobbies and no one complains

So why should I drop them and bow down to you

Be thankful I call out when I'm in the glue.

Our Father in heaven is more than a friend

An endless supplier of all He can vend

A touch of His love can consign to the bin

All of our treasures, our gods and our sin

For He is The One who created us lot

And wanted communion, not just a slot

Seek Him, desire Him, thirst for His touch

And nothing that's normal will matter so much.