What Dad Taught Me
Blow on a dandelion and wish
God's parachutes, my dad would say
Then fold your hands, whisper a prayer
And watch them as they float away
You can say anything to God
So talk to Him like He's your friend
God answers all our prayers, sweet girl
Because His love will never end
God cares for us, and He is wise
He knows what's right and just and true
The Lord may say the time is right
And in His grace, say yes to you
But though you may not understand
Sweet child, believe the Lord knows best
So do not be surprised sometimes
If He says no to your request
So dear, give thanks for all His gifts
Both granted and to those denied
For you never really can go wrong
If you trust Him to be your guide
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