On a mountain, in the sky, I began to cry.
The grass, trees, and blossoms, all are up so high.
I watch the sunshine glisten.
I hear the birds and listen.
But I know that I will have to go.
I listen to the caw of the crow.
I feel my hair blow in the breeze.
For a reason unknown, I get on my knees.
I take one last look at the great beauty.
I begin to walk away. What a pity!
When I walk toward my home,
I see my sons, they are all grown.
I watch my wife do the dishes.
I see that God has granted my wishes.
I asked for life - He gave me a wife.
I asked for a buildin' - He gave me children.
I asked for a house - He gave me a home.
I asked for a brush - He gave me a comb.

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Moral of the story above: God doesn't always give us what we want, in the way that we want it. But if we believe in Him, and if the things we wish for are good, he will give them to us.