a little prayer

Take these shoes, click clacking down some dead end street 

Take these shoes and make them fit 

Take this shirt, polyester white trash made in nowhere 

Take this shirt and make it clean, clean 

Take this soul, stranded in some skin and bones 

Take this soul and make it sing.

Yahweh, Yahweh 

Always pain before a child is born 

Yahweh, Yahweh 

Still I'm waiting for the dawn 

Take these hands, teach them what to carry 

Take these hands, don't make a fist 

Take this mouth, so quick to criticize 

Take this mouth, give it a kiss 

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up 

The sun is coming up on the ocean 

This love is like a drop in the ocean