1 John 1:9, John 15:3
Words & Music by Bob Hartman You may see me stumble, you may see me fall
You may see me cornered with my back against the wall
Maybe incognito, maybe out to lunch
Maybe caught redhanded or maybe just a hunch
I'm clean, clean clean before my Lord
I'm clean, clean clean before my Lord
With no trace of wrong left to right
Like a spotless lamb I'm blameless in His sight
Kneeling in the closet begging daily bread
I'm clean, clean, clean
There may be a skeleton hanging overhead
Where are my accusers, nowhere to be found They all dropped their stones when the master came around
I've missed the mark, I can't deny it
I can't condone or justify it But I've done nothing that His blood can't wash away
When I take it to the cross and start to pray.
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