[In my youth, glue was tubes or bottles of gloop
for sticking stuff together: cement was grey powder
that you mixed with sand and gravel to make concrete]
***
I wish I spoke American when I was a kid
I might have built my airfix kits better than I did
I’d get so exited as I opened up the box
Even though the parts inside would end up being rocks
First I made a battleship but made a mess of it
So I tried another kit... a model Messerschmitt
I messed that one up totally, so tried a Saturn V
I built that rocket carefully... it made a mess of me
What the hell was wrong with ’glue’ or possibly ‘adhesive’
All of the instructions were frankly in-cohesive
The writer, were he English, would have written what he meant
And not suggested sticking bits together with cement.
I've made a mess of this life
Didn't even have to think twice
When I did what I did since I was a kid
And I'll do what I do till they shut the lid
I've made a mess of the things
That a mess of a life always brings
From the beginning of it I've shot from the hip
As I'll continue to do till my heart up and quits
I've made a mess of it all
And I'm sure I'll do quite a bit more
When I tend to feed on it all selfishly
You're welcome at my table but please keep your seat
I've made a mess of this life
Do you even need question why
When my main goal I belive is all about me
It's hard to deny and easy to see
I've made a mess of this life
THE CRUMBLED LIFE
I took the life that Christ gave me and crumbled it to bits;
Though He had made great sacrifice, I made a mess of it.
I didn’t think of what I did, I only wanted fun.
Though deep inside I knew ‘twas wrong, the ruin had begun.
When finally He broke my heart and I saw all the strife,
I cried before the throne of God about my crumbled life.
Now as I stood there so ashamed and cried before the Lord,
He took my tattered, crumbled life, through His blood it restored.
Now though I see a crumbled life so scarred and so abused,
He sees it justified and pure and one He wants to use.
Oh, Lord I thank and praise Your name for saving me from sin,
Now help me not to take my life and crumble it again.
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