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Wash Them Their Hands and Them Feet- -

You say my hands are, dirty; just ate some Cheetos™ You say my hands be dirty; I say they not; You say my hands are bloody; Stretch on a cross; Bond for the hopeless, the sin filled, sick the loss; Wash them their hands, What You are a gardener, you raise the lands Till and garden flowers and vegetables Fingers and hands soil, dirty I say they not God has washed them; With His lot... Wash them their hands, What Wash them their hands Before you pray take them shoe off And stand don't come onto this Holy-Land With them dirty shoes on Go to the creek and wash them hands and feet; 9/1/19 written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019© from anthology "Old time Gospel Songs Sung"

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