Uploaded March 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
There’s so many things going wrong
In my life these days
You know I wrote them all down
To tell God when I pray
My priest said turn to Jesus
He’s got time for everyone’s call
Then he looked at my list and said
“He might not get to them all”
He said God’s got a number
Of prayers He’ll hear
And you’ve gone past your allotment
That part seems clear
But my count’s much, much lower
I’ve got some room to spare
For a nickel apiece
I’ll add some of your requests in my prayers
Nickels in the prayer line, dropped into his hand
Buying little blessings I don’t understand
If the Lord is counting, I’m already behind
Plus I keep adding wishes to the back of the line
Nickels in the prayer line, drop and shine
Grace is going retail, and I’m buyin’
My priest doesn’t skim from the plate
Keeps things above board
Won’t raise his voice to a nun
Never says a swear word
one small thing is questionable
But I’m told it’s all in good faith
He sells space in his evening prayers
Charged At a fair market rate
I’ve got four hundred wishes
Um, give or take
Some for the world at large
Some for my sake
Father offered “bulk discounts
If you buy in pairs”
Then he smiled and said, “Pay up”
“I’ll fit them into my prayers”
Nickels in the prayer line, dropped into his hand
Buying little blessings I don’t understand
If the Lord is counting, I’m already behind
Plus I keep adding wishes to the back of the line
Nickels in the prayer line, drop and shine
Grace is going retail, and I’m buyin’
Father did mention… for a dime
He could mark a few as “urgent”
And for a quarter…
He said he’d “linger on them slightly”
I asked if Heaven offered refunds
He said, “Well… that’s not how this works, son.”
Maybe I could fold them all
Into one request instead
Everything on my list
From one to four hundred, please God
That’s what I’ll say
Nickels in the prayer line, dropped into his hand
Buying little blessings I don’t understand
If the Lord is counting, I’m already behind
Plus I keep adding wishes to the back of the line
Nickels in the prayer line, drop and shine
Grace is going retail, but I’m fine
I kept a couple nickels
Put the rest away
Said one quiet prayer
Called it a day
If Heaven keeps accounts
They never sent me mine
And nobody came asking
For another dime
There’s so many things going wrong
In my life these days
You know I wrote them all down
To tell God when I pray
My priest said turn to Jesus
He’s got time for everyone’s call
Then he looked at my list and said
“He might not get to them all”
He said God’s got a number
Of prayers He’ll hear
And you’ve gone past your allotment
That part seems clear
But my count’s much, much lower
I’ve got some room to spare
For a nickel apiece
I’ll add some of your requests in my prayers
Nickels in the prayer line, dropped into his hand
Buying little blessings I don’t understand
If the Lord is counting, I’m already behind
Plus I keep adding wishes to the back of the line
Nickels in the prayer line, drop and shine
Grace is going retail, and I’m buyin’
My priest doesn’t skim from the plate
Keeps things above board
Won’t raise his voice to a nun
Never says a swear word
one small thing is questionable
But I’m told it’s all in good faith
He sells space in his evening prayers
Charged At a fair market rate
I’ve got four hundred wishes
Um, give or take
Some for the world at large
Some for my sake
Father offered “bulk discounts
If you buy in pairs”
Then he smiled and said, “Pay up”
“I’ll fit them into my prayers”
Nickels in the prayer line, dropped into his hand
Buying little blessings I don’t understand
If the Lord is counting, I’m already behind
Plus I keep adding wishes to the back of the line
Nickels in the prayer line, drop and shine
Grace is going retail, and I’m buyin’
Father did mention… for a dime
He could mark a few as “urgent”
And for a quarter…
He said he’d “linger on them slightly”
I asked if Heaven offered refunds
He said, “Well… that’s not how this works, son.”
Maybe I could fold them all
Into one request instead
Everything on my list
From one to four hundred, please God
That’s what I’ll say
Nickels in the prayer line, dropped into his hand
Buying little blessings I don’t understand
If the Lord is counting, I’m already behind
Plus I keep adding wishes to the back of the line
Nickels in the prayer line, drop and shine
Grace is going retail, but I’m fine
I kept a couple nickels
Put the rest away
Said one quiet prayer
Called it a day
If Heaven keeps accounts
They never sent me mine
And nobody came asking
For another dime
