all-knowing; all-loving; all-powerful

here I am
wearing my sweatshop clothes
crying Lord, Lord
forgive me
for my iniquities
for my late penalties
deliver me
from this world so corrupt
that I've embraced
because I love dishwashers
and a clean face
but why! and how?
could You create
a system rotted to the
roots
the children hungry
forcing down sickly sweet fruit loops
and then they tell me
that You're doing all You can
You're just missing hands
and that I understand
because I'm trying
Lord, I'm trying
and if You are love
You wouldn't let this happen
without a fight
forgive me
My Lord and my God
I'm doing what I can
use my bruises
and tomorrow
I'll be into something new
less beef
more relief
please be there too