Wash Me

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Alone I kneel before your feet

In your presence – oh so sweet

I'm surrounded by your holiness

My head bows and I confess

Wash me

In your face I glimpse eternity

What gain has worldly wealth for me?

My filthy rags I cast aside

Repent for all my foolish pride

Wash me

Your grace I need for everyday

To pass the traps put in my way

Because the truth is; I am weak

So all my needs from you I seek

Wash me

Show me Lord one thing I lack

Where I have strayed Lord bring me back

Your word to light the path for me

Until in heaven with you I'll be

Wash me.

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