Yo, in the year King Uzziah fell,
Saw the Lord chillin’, man, what a spell!
Seraphim flyin’, singin’ holy praise,
“Holy, holy!” in heavenly ways.
Said, “I’m a wreck, I got sin on my plate!”
But He touched my lips, said, “You’re good, mate!”
Now I’m sent to drop truth, don’t hesitate.