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