I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light
God sent his Son into this world
a stinking stable stall
was where the Saviour of the earth
came here to start it all
I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light
With fishermen he spent much time
and when the catch was done
he helped to clean those stinking fish
this man who was God’s Son
I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light
And near his final days on earth
they crucified the Lord
with whips and nails they bloodied him
then pierced Him with a sword
I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light
The Saviour came and said to me
“my son I love you so”
and then he tried embracing me
Appalled I shouted “NO!”
“My Lord, I’m clean! My clothes are white
Your garments are a mess
if you would touch me in your state
I couldn’t stand the stress!”
“My child, hear me when I say
don’t be too pure for me
for only washed in my red blood
can you be truly clean
I thank you Lord that now I see
I’m neither clean nor white
You came to save me from my dark
I fin’ly see Your Light
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Today in church, our pastor spoke about some of the things that that can quench the fire of our relationship with God. The first thing he spoke of was pride. The poem above was inspired by what he said.
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