I am a sinful man, asking for lofty things.
I struggle each day, to see what life brings.
I hate my sins, for they're getting me down.
I can't get it right, it's causing this frown.
You lift me up, I know I'm a hand full.
How many times, will I ask for examples?
But I keep asking, and wanting it done.
Give me this, give me that, give me some.
Thank You for the blessings, that You give,
The blessings of life, just letting me live.
Lets me be all, that You want me to be,
Let me bring joy, and honor to Thee.
What ever Your will, let it be done,
I know I can say this, because of Your son.
As I write, let it be to Your glory.
Let me be one, of Your better stories.
