Scrub as I might, I cannot get clean
No matter how hard I rub with all my might
The detergents and cleansers cannot do it right
I am sure you know what I mean
No matter how hard I try I cannot clean my soul
My life is filled with filth I cannot rub out
Like the ***** chairs I scrubbed I didn't have the clout
To take my broken life and make it whole
All covered in a slime that won't wash away
My body inside and out will never be pure
Only through the grace of God can there be a cure
Through His love He will show me the way
Clawing and rubbing till I am raw
No matter how hard I try I cannot clean me off
Inside and our I am never clean enough
In wonder of it all I stand in Awe
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:56 AM UTC
Scrub as I might, I cannot get clean
No matter how hard I rub with all my might
The detergents and cleansers cannot do it right
I am sure you know what I mean
No matter how hard I try I cannot clean my soul
My life is filled with filth I cannot rub out
Like the ***** chairs I scrubbed I didn't have the clout
To take my broken life and make it whole
All covered in a slime that won't wash away
My body inside and out will never be pure
Only through the grace of God can there be a cure
Through His love He will show me the way
Clawing and rubbing till I am raw
No matter how hard I try I cannot clean me off
Inside and our I am never clean enough
In wonder of it all I stand in Awe
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