No

On my fifth birthday, I got so upset
About the brand new bike that I didn’t get
I’d prayed my heart out, and it didn’t seem fair
I told my Grandpa, “I guess God doesn’t care”
And he just smiled and said, “My child

Make no mistake, every prayer you pray
Gets answered, even though
Sometimes, the answer is no”

Five years later, out behind the shed
With a stolen pack of grandpa’s cigarettes
I struck a match, and held that first one to my lips
And prayed to God, “Please let me get away with this”
And through the smoke, I saw grandpa standing there

When I think of all the answers in my life, I would have to say
There’s no doubt it was always for the best
When I didn’t get my way

Grandpa got older, like grandpas do
His health was failing, and I guess I knew
It’d be best if he was called on hold
But selfishly I prayed that God would keep him hanging on
And when he passed away, in my mind I heard him say

Sometimes the answer is no