Dear God

The rest of the week I do as I please
Then come Sunday morning, I pray on my knees
Dear God
I know I’m not worthy
But I need you so
Please, won’t you hurry
And help me turn back
From the path I had tried
Forgive me, I’m sorry
Dear God
Each day we’re readin' in the paper
Of the carryin' dawn of some of our neighbors
We’re sinnin', and lyin', and livin' in hate
Then we have the nerve to ask, «Is it too late?»
Dear God
I know I’m not worthy
But I need you so
Please, won’t you hurry
And help me turn back
From the path I had tried
Forgive me, I’m sorry
Dear God