DOUGHBAG

            Do I have to strive and strain
            To gain acceptance to Your clique
            Reeling off those endless prayers
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            Must I be good all the time
            Can I make the odd mistake
            Or am I consigned to where
            The doughbags go to scream and bake.

            What's this I here, You made a plan
            To compensate for fools like me
            You sent Your Son to die for us
            He went through hell and agony
            Just so You would give Your love
            To those seen through the Saviours eyes
            Oh thank You Lord for second chance
            For all of us who are not wise.