God, God,
save poor me,
give you more worship than,
your holy eyes can see.

Grady, Grady,
worship is good
on a faithful zip,
not worth a devil,
on hateful trip.

Grady you're doing fine,
miss one prayer,
your no good behind is mine.

Lord I'm trying,
but I'm tired of crying.
I'm all out tears,
almost out years,
so I guess I'll just die,
with me cheers.

Lord I'll be ready when
you come,
but until,
I'll try real hard,
not to be a crumb.
My faith is strong,
many times I've
been wrong,
so,
when the time comes,
just put me where
you think
I belong.

Whether I'm saved,
or graved,

I'm
Not worrying
about it,

anymore!

G