You might see me stumble
You may see might fall
You might see me cornered
With my back against the wall
Maybe incognito
Maybe out to lunch
Maybe caught red-handed
Or maybe just a hunch
But I'm clean, clean
Clean before my Lord
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
'Cause I'm clean, clean
Clean before my Lord
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
I've missed the mark I can't deny it
I don't condone or justify it
But I've done nothing
That His blood can't wash away
When I take it to the cross
And start to pray
Hey!
I'm talkin' to you!
Hey!
He's gonna see me through!
Hey!
I'm talkin' to you!
Hey!
I'm clean, clean
Clean before my Lord
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
Clean was written by Bob Hartman.
Clean was produced by Jonathan David Brown.