O Lord

O Lord forgive for I have been 

A promiscuous rotten human

Bitter about people and things

And with things I'm so materialistic

Although I can't take them with me

And I have such an angry disposition

Although I'm usually calm

O Lord I'm asking you to guide me

That some of this is subsiding

O Lord grant me the strength

Forgive me and I will try harder

Trouble be distant

I can only handle what I make

Even then the trouble I create

Has me loathing my life

O Lord help me

Before it's too late