Seraph's Wings by Dawson Cowals

Seraph's Wings
by Dawson Cowals

Sun's shining, birds are singing
Life couldn't be better now
I see no reason to bend my knees
Or touch my brow 'gainst the ground
I don't need some God as Master
Of my life I have myself
I've managed well thus far and
I don't need anyone else

No, I scoff at those who lean on
Some crutch with a man nailed to it
Why should I give over control
When I do as I see fit
But the sun that seemed to shine
On my good times began to burn
My lies away, no shelter did I have
From you, now I've found how

I need the brush of seraph's wings
Live coal carried in fingertips
Holy, holy, holy to God they sing
Touch the coal to my lips

I am cleansed (x4)

Now that I've stepped down from the throne
And placed the crown at your feet
Why must I needs still fight the urge
To don its weight in my sleep
My thoughts betray, my words reveal a sinful man
Unclean lips confess my need for Jesus
To come and stand between us

Isaiah 6:1-8; Jonah 4:5-11