I used to sit on my porch with a flower in my hand
Plucking off petals one by one saying
He loves me, He loves me not
The bad thing about this game
Is that we never know how it'll end
Between happiness and heartbreak
Why even take the chance'

Cuz I don't need a 50-50 chance
Plucking away at flower petals
I don't need to put my emotions up for time to tell
I don't need a wishy-washy God
Who loves me one day and not the next
What I need is a God
Who'll always love me through thick and through thin
That's all I need

So why do we bother
Keeping that flower around'
When it still holds the disappointment
That great thing about our God
Is that we'll always know who He is
With contentment guaranteed
What good is a flower anyway'

Who needs
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
When we can have he loves me
He loves me
He loves me
He loves me
He'll always love me so