Cleanse Me O Lord
CLEANSE ME O LORD
Cleanse me O Lord
A rushing rain
Beating out shame
Cleanse my tongue and lips
Baptize me, my God
Hold me under
so I taste death
Then I will arise
and see the light
of life so sweet
Wash my feet, dear Jesus
With your unabashed grace
Soil gently removed
I’m granted peace
Peace to walk
To follow close
Proclaim your name
throughout this place
Wash tears from my eyes
Drop them into a vial
Place upon eternity’s shelf
In the end they will cleanse
so I might laugh again
© 12/21/2017 Kim Rodrigues
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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