Be Careful What You Beg HIM For

I saw her under heaven's veil

That solar eclipse, that silver trail

I asked the Lord, I cried, I swore

"Bring her back—I'll need no more."

Next day, she called—like a sign

I thought it meant she should be mine

But not all signs are God's intent

Some are warnings that He sent

Be careful what you beg Him for

He just might give you what you adore

But lust can wear a holy face

And take you far from sacred place

She was the gift I thought I'd need

But her love cut deep and made me bleed

Seven years of silent war

Be careful what you beg Him for

I met her mother—hell's own queen

Dripping hate and twisted mean

A single vote made me a ghost

Exiled from the life I loved most

She dressed in charm, she spoke in fire

But love was power, and lust, desire

The wine kept flowing at the table

While I sat praying for something stable

She said, "You don't need to write your book

No one cares about your name or look."

But then she'd strut through every hall

Telling tales of her rise with every ball

She said, "Just work the counter, pay the tax,"

While she bragged about her post-Mars contracts

And every time I tried to shine—

She clipped my wings, said, "Stay in line."

Be careful what you beg Him for

Even angels weep when pride is poor

I saw the signs, I played along

Now I'm the verse in my own song

Seven years, two suns went black

One brought her in, one gave me back

And I walked out that Dallas door—

Be careful what you beg Him for

I've got the pictures, I've got the scars

I've got the rearview full of stars

I took that shot—Florida sign

Alabama road, redemption line

I left the devil and his wine

And found my peace in His design