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.
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 carrying on of some
of our neighbors.
We're sitting
in a line 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.
