Father in Heaven..

Not happy with the limited space
I wanted to fly..
Not having any wings I left the try.

I looked here and there and gave
a sigh,
for the mountains before me were
very high.

And there was none to say "that's my"..
Those surrounded were willing only to
pry.

While money, the greatest could all buy..
Reached depths of woods no sun came
near by.

I prayed at last to the Lord asking for
help,
knowing all the while I was not the
apple of His eye.

Still to lift me up from where in hard times
I lie,
just to prove I had with Him an unknown
precious tie.

And have faith in Him whatsoever be the
reason for my cry,
for I had been told,
He's the Heavenly Father who hears our
call, is always nigh.