Lord, I'm sorry

I never really make enough time for You
I hardly ever say "Thank You" for all You do
I fail You on a daily basis
And still You bring me out of dark places

I wonder how man times You've waited
Patiently watching over this person you created
Wanting to hear my voice, say "I love you"
And hearing me say "thank you, for bringing me through"

I've made extra time for friends
Kept You off my daily routine
Never bothered to think how long it's been
Always busy, always in a hurry

I can chat for hours with people who end up hurting me
Yet You are all that I would like a friend to be
I find myself frantically calling on You, when I'm in trouble
And only then, hurriedly searching for my bible, through the rubble

Yet You still answer my exasperated prayers
Running to save me, rushing down those golden stairs
What am I that You are so mindful of me?
What made You look at me and WANT to set me free?

Who would ever forsake a throne for someone so vile
Who rather patterns their life after every fashion and style
Lord... I am SO sorry...
My walk with You runs along the lines of a tragic story

I've ill treated You, so many times
Never saying a heartfelt prayer, just rehearsed rhymes
Who am I fooling? For You look deep inside
At all the things I am doing

I don't want to be like those, who left You with dirty feet
Pretending to have You as a guest, but giving You a cold seat
Lord forgive my cuelty and my errored ways
For I know You listen to the one who earnestly prays