You may see me stumble, you may see might fall
You may see me cornered with my back against the wall
Maybe incognito, maybe out to lunch
Maybe caught red-handed or maybe just a hunch

(Chorus)
I'm clean, clean, clean before my Lord
I'm 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

I've missed the mark I can't deny it
I don't condone or justify it
But I've donen othing that His blood can't wash away
When I take it to the cross and start to pray

Words and music by Bob Hartman / ©1984 Dawn Tender Music / SESAC

Behind the Song:
Based on 1 John 1:9, John 15:3