Clean

Look at my hands; look at my heart; you won't have to look that hard. I'm full of sin; I'm full of shame from all the things I've done.

You see the things that others cannot see in me. You know what's on my heart. And now I come before You humbled on my knees asking You to make me clean.

All of this pain I cause myself stems from my insecurity, 'cause I try things by myself, ending worse than I began.

It feels so good to know how much I need You, and it keeps me from trying things by myself. I can do all things through You--You give me strength, but without You I always fail.

You renew me.

Now look at my hands; now look at my heart; you'll have to look really hard.

©2000