O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the ways I screw it up and let you down
All the times I kill my joy and rob your storehouse
All the days I lag behind and come home empty
Then sings my soul, how great you are.
O Lord my God, when I in painful moments
Take time to think back on the things I could have done
The thousand days of giving up your graces
The lazy nights of overfeeding all my faces
Then sings my soul, how good you are.
O good God, though my strings are un-tuned,
And my rhymes can feel a bit forced,
And my meter is stubbornly off,
I’m a hymn you’re composing:
Derived from theology
Mixed with my psychology,
Writ in profound honesty,
Leading to doxology.