Excuse me Lord,
but I have problems.
Nothing that I can't solve,
each day as I evolve.
I don't mean to be rude,
at times I have an attitude.
I'm just a man
in this human environment,
I'm thoroughly familar with
your holy requirement.

Excuse my stumble,
I rise again more humble.
I bow to Your holy grace,
faith in you is my ace.
This earth is mean and cold,
my faith keeps me bold.

One day I will pass,
let it be known that
I want to go out in class.
Whatever awaits my whole,
I wish for the survival
of my soul.

Written in your year
two thousand-five
I'm glad to be alive!

G