You may see me stumble, you may see might fall
you may 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
I've missed the mark i can't deny it
i don't condone or justify it
but i've donen othing that his blood can't wash away
when i take it to the cross and start to pray