Change my bent and crooked ways, Guide my path to be straight in Your ways. For man has determined his steps, But we can only make it as far as You let. Why should I say in my heart "I'll do this thing." Without first consulting Your wisdom and learning? What a fool am I to think I can walk any path, My iniquity, my bent, brings only wrath. What is worse, is that I know this, And yet still, Your mark, I continue to miss. I am a trespasser, Your boundaries I walk across, But yet You love me though I am a lost cause. So please straighten my bent and crooked ways! That while I live I might glorify Your holy name. Not for my name, but for Your glory's sake! Truly Your righteousness I wish not to forsake. I am but man, twisted, dark, and born into evil From first breath, to death, my wickedness is perceivable. I am tired of writhing and wallowing in this dying life, So please, make straight the crooked ways of mine. The path is so narrow, my steps are always misplaced, Taking me off Your pure and Holiest ways. I am weary from wandering from it, left or right, Bring Your presence, and guidance and might, To mend my bent and crooked soul Make it straight, Oh God, make me whole!