How I long for the good ole’ days,
And a second chance to change my ways.
It seems I’m never satisfied.
Having more than enough yet feel denied.
Should be rejoicing blessings everywhere.
Not complaining ’bout things like weather and hair.
It’s the wrong color. It’s to straight.
I’m too skinny. I’m overweight.
I’ve deep brown eyes, wish they were blue.
I’m plain ole me wishing I was you.
Want a better job and a newer home.
Want a sweeter ride and a trip to Rome.
Want exotic food and finer clothes.
If you send an orchid I want a rose.
God gives me gifts HE’d have me have.
If He sends aloe I then want salve
Forgive me Lord. Don’t turn away,
From a foolish lamb who has gone astray.
When I pray I always ask for more.
I shall inventory what is in my store.
I will thank you Lord from day to day,
For the blessings you have sent my way.
Deep down I know worthy I’m not.
You died for me I am blood bought.