Praying Right

My friend called me Sunday and asked me if I wanted to go

Part of me wanted to and part of me didn't know

Can I wear my boots and jeans?

Will everybody stare at me?

Like they know how long it's been

I've got questions

'Cause I've been treating my soul like an old, run-down shack

All my demons living rent-free on my back

So when I walk in with all my sins

I know I won't blend in, but can you forgive me?

I've got questions

Can I sing Amazing Grace with last night's whiskey on my breath?

Do I deserve Your love with the little bit of faith I've got left?

Am I saying the right things?

Am I getting through?

Is it too late to turn to You?

I'm trying, Lord I'm trying, to find the light

Tell me, am I praying right?

I can't quote the verse, but I heard there's one that says

"That all have fallen short", so maybe I still have a chance

And it's heavy on me, the shame I feel

For not giving thanks for my blessings

Am I worthy of an answer?

I've got questions

Can I sing Amazing Grace with last night's whiskey on my breath?

Do I deserve Your love with the little bit of faith I've got left?

Am I saying the right things?

Am I getting through?

Is it too late to turn to You?

I'm trying, Lord I'm trying, to find the light

Tell me, am I praying right?

Do I have to hit my knees

And raise my hands in church on Sunday?

Or do You still hear what's in my heart

When I'm prayin' in my own way?

Can I sing Amazing Grace with last night's whiskey on my breath?

Do I deserve Your love with the little bit of faith I've got left?

Am I saying the right things?

Am I getting through?

Is it too late now to turn to You?

I'm trying, Lord I'm trying, to find the light

Tell me, am I praying right?

Tell me, am I praying right?