Dear God, I know that I'm not perfect, I know sometimes I forget to pray. I know I have questioned my faith. I know sometimes I lose my temper, but thank you for loving me unconditionally and giving me another day to start over again.
As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother's womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things. -Ecclesiastes (Only we DO know how the body is formed. still pretty and poetic though :)