I go to church on a Sunday, the vows that I make, I break them on Monday
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 have trod, you’ll never be sorry, dear God
Each day we read in the paper of the carryings on of some of our neighbors
We’re sinning and lying and forgetting the faith, 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 have trod, you’ll never be sorry, dear God
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