he sings for you and you and you

In order to distract myself from the hormonal-coaster going on with my emotions, I stumbled upon this collection of the worst album covers ever, run by the Orlando Sentinel. I am simultaneously laughing and gagging uncontrollably as I look through the contenders - they want me to just vote for one as the worst? Which one do I pick? Do I select:

...the many complex facets of Roger?



...or "little" David Wilkins, King of all the Taverns?



...and I can't ignore the handless organist:



...or the sweet stylin's and hawwwtt facial hair of Country Church:



...little Gary Dee will sing you a haunting rendition of the classic song "He Touched Me" followed, non-disturbingly, by "Get All Excited":



I was really stumped... but in the end, one album cover stood out above the rest. And if you know me, and know where I get to worship each Sunday, and know this man's namesake, well, I think you'll agree that this one takes the cake:




No, Mike, thank YOU.