FROM LIPS OF CLAY

HEAVENLY FATHER,
FROM THESE LIPS OF CLAY
I HUMBLY WHISPER A SINNERS PRAYER.

I SPEAK NOT 
FOR THE UNBELIEVERS,
NEITHER FOR THE SELF PROCLAIMED 
RIGHTEOUS SOULS.

BUT MY  FACE I’VE COVERED WITH ASHES 
AND FROM MY HEART I LOOK TO YOUR THRONE.

PLEASE SHOW ME THY TENDER MERCIES 
THAT MY DEPRIVED SOUL MAY LIVE.

A MILLION SINS I’VE COMMITTED UN RETENTIVE, 
HEAVENLY FATHER, PLEASE FORGIVE.

I WALK AMONG THE UNRIGHTEOUS, 
I SIT AT THE TABLE OF SIN,
MY BED ARE PERFUMED WITH DISOBEDIENCE 
AND MY SOUL IS CORRUPTED AND STAINED.

O ANGELS OF THE MOST HIGH 
THAT SHADOWS MY PATH,
PLEASE USHER MY PRAYERS TO THE LORD,
I HUMBLY REPENT OF MY DISOBEDIENCE,
AND CAST MYSELF ON HIS WORD.

WILFORD BARKER.