Friday, August 29, 2014

Friday slowdown

Whiter than the snow
Purer than the clearest stream
Wash me and I'll be
bathed in purity
I long to feel clean
A robe of righteousness
A robe that I could not afford
My Lord you paid the price
Your perfect sacrifice
has covered up my shame

And so I thank you, Jesus
For the sweet forgiveness
of the cross
It's a mystery
to amaze even angels
That when Father looks into my heart
He sees me now as whiter than the snow.

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