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

Like a spotless lamb I'm blameless in His sight

With no trace of wrong left to right

I'm clean, clean, clean



Kneeling in the closet begging daily bread

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