Ask the Lord

I asked the Lord and He said, "No" I say, "Why no?" I hear you're happy but it does not show Where wild things are, I dare not go I say, "Why Lord?" I say, "Why?" Gimme strength, gimme patience Gimme will no survive Where the wild things are, I dare not go At first they make you happy this I know But then they make you feel so low Black money pays for suffering I don't need it I may be happy but it does not show Where wild things are, I dare not go I say, "Why Lord?" I say, "Why?" I seen the fire and I touched the flame And given the chance I'd go right back again Hot summer rain burn me on the wheel Baptize me with fire Black money pays for suffering I don't need it I say, "Why Lord?"