I wandered far away from God though I knew it was wrong.

Yet somewhere deep within my heart I knew where I belonged.

I didn't pray much anymore but sometimes on my knees

all I could do was cry and say "Please, don't give up on me."

God picked up the pieces and molded me again,

When I prayed, God, don't give up on me, don't let me die in sin.

 Though I was so unworthy, to even worship Him

He gathered all the pieces and made me whole again.  

Sometimes, we give up on ourselves.We think God doesn't care.

I thought, God had forgotten me, but He was always there.

'Cause God will not give up on us.  We turn our backs on Him.

But when we pray, please, forgive me, He'll pick us up again.

God picked up the pieces, and molded me again.

When I prayed, God, don't give up on me, don't let me die in sin.

Though I was so unworthy, He washed away my sins.

From the pieces of my shattered life, He made me whole again.

Written by M. Lanette Ross

Copyright 1999

Used by permission