Lord, I look to you for these words,
Lord, I look to you for this path.
Please, take my hand and guide my pen,
Please, take away all of my sin.
Let this page be stained
with the transgressions of my soul,
Let it be a bottomless hole,
Never to be drained.
I am not the Man I ought to be,
I am not following the path I ought to be,
I am growing weaker with each passing moment,
I am growing weaker with each passing minute.
I offend this glorious world of yours with every breath
And the I am far over due for my own Death,
And I couldn't blame if sent me to eternal slumber,
I know that no matter what you've got my number.
It is in H