The Problem
God, I've got this problem
And I don't know what to do,
So I thought I'd kneel and take the time
To have a word with You.
It's a pretty monstrous problem!
I don't know if there is hope.
It's a problem I can't live with,
yet it binds me like a rope.
What's that, Lord? Somebody needs me?
Well, okay, but don't forget
That as soon as I am finished...
Well, my problem's not solved yet.
Not AGAIN Lord? Do I have to?
Okay, anything You say;
But You know I still have problems,
Lord. They haven't gone away.
Someone else could use my help now?
Well, okay, I guess. Why not?
But it really is a burden,
What with all the strife I've got.
Now then, Lord, I've finished that one.
Any more for me to do?
I want to get it over quickly,
Then I'll tell MY woes to You.
Did You say, Lord, I can rest now?
Never thought I'd see the day!
Now, Lord, about...Hey, that's odd!
What was I going to say?