Clean - Petra

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

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 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