LORD, HERE’S WHY!

Dear Lord, you know how tired I am;
Each day I drive so far
Through traffic that is torture,
In my old, smelly car!
(With body wracked with torture
And every move a pain,
Jesus stumbled ‘neath the cross,
Then struggled on again!)

But Lord! I’ve had my feelings hurt,
So I’ll just skip church today;
Then maybe when they miss me,
They’ll see things MY way!
(They spat on Him with curses,
They smote upon His head!
They stripped Him and they mocked Him;
“Forgive them!” Jesus said!)

Now, Lord, You know how broke I am;
I can’t afford to give;
I have so many things to buy
To maintain the way I live!
(He left His home in heaven,
Came to this world of strife;
For me He gave up all He had,
And then laid down His life!)

When I consider all my weaknesses
And try to excuse the way I live;
It seems my savior looks at me;
And I can only cry, “Forgive!”

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