A day does not pass in which His laws are not broken in thoughts,
deeds and blasphemies spoken

There are saintly men who walk this earth many times kinder
and holier since their birth

In spite of this, you give this sinful man gifts and blessings that
the cup cannot contain

You anoint my head with finest oils
You give me children, friends, a happy home
All our needs are always met

Lord, you have stars and worlds to watch like grains of sand.
the beach, and yet you take the time to watch over a sinful man like me

The years are passing fast, and I can see the end

But Lord, I'll probably never change, so I ask you, take me, imperfect as I am

I pray, Lord, let me through your pearly gates. I believe you'll let me in to see
Because it's clear that you must love all sinful men like me.

Ben V. Rodriguez