I usually am pretty good about singing the right words when I get up to lead the music on a Sunday morning.
I can even get the words of difficult hymns with Shakespearean language that is like reading a tongue twister.
I seemed to have a brain lapse this week as we sung the (newer) song "Indescribable" by Chris Tomlin.
Just for the record, if anyone heard the mix up in words, "whorehouses laden with snow" are just as detrimental as ones in summer climates, and for me, they don't produce a kind of awe that inspires me to praise God. Just in case you were wondering...