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 prayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
