What Do You Want With Me?

You're god-like, sir & I am a pint-sized lizard A chameleon with many personalities tinctured What do you want with me? I can barely hold my head above the quicksand You, yourself, walk on water, not just dry land What do you want with me? Don't you see I am a poor man, a poor imitation? Spiritually, I'm homeless, of non-denomination So, what do you want with me? How say thou art, my lord & my saviour? If true, sir, you'll forget my many misbehaviours Come now, sir, what do you want with me? I'm but an insect, a cricket with a song or two Yet-sirs you want my song? Although many times I'm as ugly in looks & melody as a marabou stork.