Last night I had a little conversation

With someone I don’t always understand

I said:

“Lord I’m asking of you a favor

I’m reaching out for a helping hand

Lord I look around and see such suffering

It may be wrong to question where you’ve been

I wonder how you could allow such pain

Of a child too young to even know about sin

 I know the priests, rabi's  and ministers

Will say we have to have blind faith and pray

But Lord…I humbly think it’s time for you to step up

To tell the innocents they don’t have to pay

Tonight I 'm not asking anything for myself

Although in a way I guess I really am its true

I know out there an innocent is hurting

Maybe her fate is up to me begging you

You see I've lived my four score and twenty

In most ways I've been truly blessed

I tried never to ask too much from you

but sometimes you put me to the test

Oh yes Lord, I know that I’m a sinner

But I’m trying to mend my ways of past

So if you’d just punish me instead of her

I truly hope that’s not too much to ask…

 So I’m going to say goodnight now Lord

I know this may not be the way the angels pray

I just thought tonight I’d talk to you one on one

And hope you’d hear what I had to say…”