...So I Says To God...

Woke up this mornin' with the dew On the grass, the breeze Blendin' with the trees, And knew there had to be a You! So I says to God, I says, "Mornin', Lord. Thank you for the chirpin' birds a-singin' -n- The church bells by my house a-ringin', And thanks, again, for writin' Your Word. I knows I complains lots -n- doesn't try Enough some o' da time; I knows I lived plenty rough in my prime But I also knows how to cry. Forgive my not givin' enough of a damn Sometimes, but, hey! 'Member Peter, the disciple? Just think of me as him -- recycled. I, too, knows You are the great I am."