There's a prophet on my back And he's meting out a thwack As he spews a deranged smell I'm a donkey that couldn't talk Until he made me walk against an angel Oh, I've got every reason to lose Please make me someone you can use I'm a prophet on a saddle And I'm losing every battle That I wage in my own power If your word is between our teeth Then a sword escapes its sheath Like a field that rides its plower Oh, I've got every reason to lose Please make me someone you can use Help us lead a faithful life Illumined by the light Of God, our Savior With supplication, prayers And the numbering of hairs Despite our behavior Oh, we have every reason to lose Please make us someone you can use