I cry out to God
fall on my knees
asking Him to grant my ridiculous plea.
If only life was different
and people would change
I would be a duck on the shooting range.
My neighbors next door
all the people around me
why don't You open their eyes, help them to see ?
I followed your plan
didn't raise a finger
no matter how long the pain would linger.
It's not that I'm tired and cranky
or angry with you
I just need something new, something better to do.
But I need to change
and You've made that clear
but I'm like a beginner, I can't peddle or steer.
Lord, lift me up
take these wants away
and take hold of my reins today.
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