Lord God, You know I try.
I strive to be perfect,
but am only right,
seventy-nine percent of the time.
No matter how much,
I feel sick,
I try to always go to church,
but only make it,
seventy-nine percent of the time.
I do my best,
to put you first in my life.
Still, it seems as though,
I remember only,
seventy-nine percent of the time.
I know that I am,
fighting the good fight of faith,
but it only feels like,
I am in this race,
seventy-nine percent of the time.
Lord, I am not going to pretend,
because I know,
that in the end,
I will go to Heaven,
when I die.
I am not making an excuse,
but I am human.
So what about the other,
twenty-one percent of the time?
I am just a soul,
whose intentions are good.
O\' Lord,
please don\'t let me,
be misunderstood.