Ask and you will receive.
And your joy will be complete.
A joyful resplendent weave.
No taste more sweet.

But do we ever ask.
Pride, doubt even inattention impedes.
The question corked in life’s care filled flask.
Cloaked in fortune’s fickle weeds.

So let us ask in his name.
Pride set to one side.
Merely in a single breath to acclaim.
Joy then is taken at full tide.

Loving him, we love the father.
And his love for us will never falter.