I heard you had asked about me,
been asking these friends of mine.
And at first- now don't doubt me,
but the thought had crossed my mind.
This means nothing to me,
and if you cared you'd call!
A thought so untrue and gloomy,
for it is special that you'd care at all!
It is love, that gesture of asking.
And I know this because God sent me a sign.
One wing in the sky, one wing on the ground-
And this was not the only time.
For an attitude of an ungracious heart I once bore,
Making all the riches of your love seem poor.
Dismissing anything that didn't fulfill my fantasies,
I never gave your love a real chance, you see.
Because I needed the love of a Father.
Now I have his, but your love not.
And even this is fine my dear,
for a God's love I have got.