Sweet day

It's a sweet day
Wind on my back, sun on my face
It's a nice one
To keep it to myself
In my lap
Golden platter, silver spoon, the gravy train stops right outside my room
But that's not the track
To anywhere I want to be

Take a living coal
From off your altar
Purge my lips til they speak
The good things

Bring all your broken, mistreated and bruised
O taste and see, The Lord is good

I'm the one
The sun shines on
I got everything you want
But I count it all as dung
Save the freedom that Jesus won
And that's the track
To everywhere I want to be

Take a living coal
From off your altar
Purge my lips til they speak
The good things

Bring all your broken, mistreated and bruised
O taste and see, The Lord is good
Bring all your lame; they'll walk, the blind will see again

Mitch Murphy (sometime between 2004 and 2005)