Lord...
I kneel here in anguish
in agony and pain
I try so hard to serve you
but my efforts seem in vain
loneliness is always here
my heart is always broken
I stick my foot inside my mouth
Before I've even spoken!
I try to keep my eyes on you
to focus on your glory
but keeping them glued on you
well... that's another story
I strive today to do your will
how to do it, though, eludes me
but to mess up royally
am I able? absolutely!
In that estate, I need no help
even though I revile it
as a stated point of fact
I almost sin on autopilot!
lying comes to me like breathing
each and every day
and if a see a pretty girl
I must turn my head away
my temper is a raging cauldron
full of spite and envy
( if my city ever needed geothermal heat
well, guess what? I got PLENTY!! )
I often speak without a thought
and hurt people's feelings
and my prayers before I'm done
seem to bounce right off the ceiling!
I ask many for advice
to do Your will I long
But all I seem to get in reply
"Robert, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!!"
I try to listen with intent
to every word they utter
but when I try to practice it
my fingers become butter!
( good thing working with nitroglycerin
was not my chosen art
or else, my nickname would surely be
"Napoleon Blownapart!" )
I'm told not to focus on myself
instead, to look to you
but deep within I hurt so bad
my spleen is black and blue!
I try to give my cares to you
to put them in your hands
but I foul up even THAT
and on my foot it lands!
I listen to one who tells me
what the bible has to say
then another tells me that he is wrong
and I'm to do it THIS way!
Alas my mouth has become
my greatest enemy
for when my foot goes in my mouth
it goes right up to my knee!
I have feelings for someone
but my mouth spooked her away
( the frigid call of penguins
is how far she ran away!)
So to all I keep on asking
forgiveness with every breath
and I'll have to say "I'm sorry"
right up to my death
I'm a walking foul-up on two legs
whose tongue is tied in knots
( if this was 1792
I most likely would've been shot!)
I am a major stumbletounge
who can run his mouth with ease
but get me talking to a lady
and I loose starch in my knees!
I despise who I am
I loathe every cell
A rotten sinner like myself
should surely burn in hell
I kneel here now in broken state
my heart could not be bluer
it got thrown against a wall
and landed in the sewer!
Most of this was tongue and cheek
written with light care
but deep within lies a heart
broken with despair
Loneliness afflicts my soul
and no matter what I do
I look to you, I cling to you
but still I feel so blue
all I wish with all my heart
is someone of my very own
for didn't you say in scriptures
"it's not good for man to be alone"?
So all these things I bring to you
and leave before your throne
and quietly pray for the day
when we'll all be home
Yes, I seek to do your will
even though my heart is tattered
but this last time, instead of breaking
my heart,...
...it simply shattered.




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I loved the pun on the part about Napoleon Blownapart.

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