I have an itch I can’t scratch, Lord,
Though I truly want to.
I keep thinking I’ll find the way,
Although I never do.
Each time I have the perfect plan
Somehow that plan falls through
And I’m left with that same old itch
That I still can’t get to.
So here’s the itch that I can’t scratch
No matter what I do,
I want to improve me enough
To be worthy of You.
Yet every time I think I’m close
The itching starts anew,
And, Lord, as always, my best hope
To improve me, is You.
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