Why am I seeking permission
Permission to live my life
Scared to step out on faith
Scared of heataches and strifes.

Why am I mindful of a man
Why must I ask him, "why"
Why must I do this or that
Why let life pass me by.

Should I step to him with "what"
What should make me tick
What road should I take
What am I working with.

Permission for all my "whens"
When can I go outside
When can I use the car
When can I take a ride.

Don't even mention the word "who"
For "who" is a puzzle to me
Who am I seeking permission from
Who has that much authority.

I know deep down what's wrong
I'm looking the wrong way
If I really need permission
God... is the Name to say.

If I only look pass man
And seek the Almighty God
My life would be much simplier
For He has the staff & the rod.