Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
Jeannie C. Riley
The world gave me a problem
Even Ajax won’t wash off
And added it to my misery
My wounds
It bathed in salt
My heart so heavy
From the load of dirt stains on my soul
Unable to bear it any longer
I gave the Lord my load
He took me to the cleaners
And I came out white as snow
My filthy rags
He rinsed with love
The stains don’t even show
His laundromat is always open
Services are free
He paid the cleaning bill
For you and me at Calvary
Bring ‘em in
Pile ‘em up
Down at Jesus’ feet!
The garments you’ve been wearing need cleaning
Don’t you see?
It costs us nothing to trade with him
Our old rags for a crown
But He won’t rip them off of us
We just got to lay them down
He took me to the cleaners
And I came out white as snow
His clientele all share the wealth
The profits all our own
He gave us stock in his estate
The day his blood atoned
You won’t find him in the yellow pages
The Bible tells the way
Your fingers don’t even have to walk
You just exercise your faith
He took me to the cleaners
And I came out white as snow