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I know my mistakes yes I do Either after someone tells me Or the Lord utters them to me I’m not perfect I slip and fall when I least expected to Facing the challenges of life I rise taller than ever before Standing to meet them directly With my God My battles are fought and won And all I have to do Is pray, listen, and obey I know my mistakes yes I do Only say it once in hope I will get it But sometimes I don’t listen And it must be told over and over again Because I think in my own way One may not think I understand my mistakes But again yes I do I know my mistakes No need to tell it again Help me to listen and obey Lord So that it can only be mentioned once And hopefully it shall not be uttered again How do I know my mistakes? When my wrongs are displayed to me Seventy-times seven Because I don’t listen And sometimes I do But my words are nowhere near expressed To the one I’m talking to And his voice rings louder in my ear Until my anger reaches the roof Instead I want to leave Before I do something I shall regret A long distance I shall walk Until the rocks cool down From a volcanic explosion nearby From this I know my mistakes yes I do |
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