Clean

Words and music by Bob Hartman

Based on 1 John 1:9, John 15:3

You might see me stumble, you may see might fall

You might see me cornered with my back against the wall

Maybe incognito, maybe out to lunch

Maybe caught red-handed or maybe just a hunch

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

I've missed the mark I can't deny it

I don'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