Why should God be perfect?

I am a sleepy god.
I rest when I should be alert
the universe, you see,
is so comfortable to me
that I figure one nap couldn't hurt...

I am a lonely God
I am often misunderstood
I'm not perfect, you see
the way you want me to be
and I'm sure that you would change it if you could

Oh, weary little child, come to me, come to me.
I could really use some company.
Let's go out where the grass is green.
You can tell me about the world that you've seen.

I don't think you would judge me if you knew
the fact that I have never judged you.
I love your freckled face
and that mole that's out of place
and all the clumsy things you like to do.

I am a silly god.
I make up things because I like to laugh.
I'm sorry if it's wrong,
but I wish you'd play along
instead of getting caught up on the aftermath.

I am a gentle god.
I fail, at times, although I try my best.
I don't want to hurt you,
but being God is hard to do,
when I am silly, lonely, and I need some rest.

Oh, weary little child, come to me, come to me.
I could really use some company.
Let's go out where the grass is green.
You can tell me about the world that you've seen.

I don't think you would judge me if you knew
the fact that I have never judged you.
and When you go to bed,
I count the hairs upon your head
and I praise them, every one, before I'm through.