Sinner's Song (Spring, 2002)
I'm tripping over kids' toys,
stepping in something someone spilled on the floor,
watching the dishes and laundry pile up:
no matter how much I wash them, there's always more.
The big kids are fighting and the babies are crying
when I take a break and turn on the news:
countries torn up and families going without
I feel ashamed for singing my blues.
And I say....
Thank God my kids have those toys.
Thank God they've got stuff to spill on the floor.
Thank God there's food for our dishes.
Thank God for that laundry; may there always be more!
And thank you God, that you've always loved me
through every sigh and every complaint.
Lord you know I'm a sinner.
Jesus, make me a saint.
Lord, you know I'm a sinner. Sweet Jesus, please make me a saint.
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