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I come to church each Sunday

Begging more of you



I listen to your teachers

Tell me what to do



I know I have some wishes

4 the truth be told



Maybe asking for so much

Is being a bit to bold



My desires are humble

Each with faith attached



I have not because I am told

I haven’t had faith to ask



I know you’re not a Santa

My list so greedy long



I will alter my requests

If I am told that they are wrong



The first I ask for growing

A Paul desire I seek



My husband by my side

When God is what I speak



A car to go to service

A way to church and home



Not a great fancy thing

A clunker that will roam



And last of all a laptop

One with bible and word



One I can take around with me

And record your spoken word.





I know I ask a lot Lord

And you don’t get much from me



So Jesus I ask the first two

Because they are my deepest plea



Thank you Lord for listening

My words I stumble through



You are all I need Lord

And all the things you do