Running round the dark of night resting fate in hands of sight
With fears of questions silence answered, he’s a-fraid he might be lost
Underneath the stiffened mask his eyes grow weak when Father asks:

Did you thank me for the trees?
Did you thank me for the rain?
Did you thank me for my answers, spoken softly just the same?
Will you thank me for my kingdom, did you thank me for the cross?
Do you trust me now enough to face the cost?
Do you know I’ll always be here when you’re lost?

Drawn beneath the waves of earthly toil and unrest
Life’s unveiling treasure lies in paper food and dress
When once what mattered slips away his hands draw back and Father asks:

Did you thank me for the trees?
Did you thank me for the rain?
Did you thank me for your purpose, though un-earthly just the same?
Will you thank me for my kingdom, did you thank me for the cross?
Do you trust me now enough to face the cost?
Do you know I’ll always be here when you’re lost?

- Josh Rodatus, May 2007

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