Isaiah 6:5–7 And I said: "Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts!" Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a burning coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth and said: "Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for."
lips that deprive You praise
©9-13-10 hannah mclean
forgive me of these lips
that have deprived You praise
when only endless worship
could declare your worth
i lament the words that displace You
woe am i of unclean lips
meet me with the coal
offered on the altar
and extended to Your own
forgive me of these lips
that have deprived You praise
when Your faithfulness shines
on my darkened soul
i lament and flee from idolatry
woe am i of unclean lips
meet me with the coal
offered on the altar
and extended to Your own
on my knees i plead
forgive me
open my lips
that i may declare Your praise
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