Gospel Song

For That I’ve Done Wrong

If I could hear my dear old mother’s prayer again,

My wrists would be free of devil’s charms,

If I could hear her praying, I’d be where I want to be,

In her company and arms,

Heaven has me orphaned but I’ll sing my gospel songs,

There is no prayer, for that I have done wrong,

If I could hear my dear old father’s yell again,

My legs would have blood enough to crawl,

If I could hear him yelling, I’d be where I want to be,

In the open, walking tall,

I am crippled by the mantras and the gongs,

There is no yell, for that I have done wrong,

For that I have done wrong so let me wrong again,

Let mistakes upon me show,

For that I have done wrong, I am where I ought to be,

Knowing where I want to go,

If I’m to be judged, let me be judged in this light;

I have done wrong, for that I have done right.