I have failed my Lord a lot
Countless violations of the Law
Not intentional
Habitually irrational

But despite my iniquities
And my obliquities
My intention is too surreal
To the Father I hold my appeal

In a world such as this
Where godliness is bliss
There are those that abuse it
For their own gain at the pulpit

I heard your sermon
Making us feel like vermin
When the infection of evil
Is present below your steeple

The Truth will prevail
Before I set sail
Onward and upward to Heaven
With His glorious Gifts times Seven