I go through the day of the week.
One would think there was lightening on my feet.
You go through all of that time making time for ous.
How many of them do I leave incomplete.
I rush here and there without a care.
I must be frustrating form your chair.
How can You talk to someone like me?
Do you often think I need to be over you knee?
You do so much, and here I feel I do so little.
I bet the devil laughs from this muddle.
Sit us down in front of You and hold us real tight.
It's not that we don't care, You know we do.
It seems out pulling appears to be away from You.
You try to instill us not to go astray.
Grab those bootstraps when we head the other way.
We may give You a thought, then turn out the light.
We are not bad people, sometimes we get too up tight.
Sometimes we are sinners just for spite.
Sure we go against Your word.
When we look back, and then we curse.
We know we are wrong.
When we are out of Your light.
Then we know it is time for You on our knees.
3-20-2004
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