This dirty cloth, stained with the world
tainted by incorrect choices
Lift its eyes up, crying for the clean that comes from raised voices
In off key cry, and monotone gait, these notes fly to you, through the gate
Past Peter, past Gabriel, throughout the heavenly chorus
You raise me higher and provide perspective for my hardships
Soften this heart, twist it from its gnarled hold on the world
Your gentle touch, kind ears, and loving words my hard mood unfurled
Teach me again, so that I might learn once more
To love my neighbor, and to go and sin no more