Failed attempts at holiness
My righteous deeds are filth
I put on masks to hide my shame
But in my heart I know
There's no deceiving
One who sees all
There's no hiding
So why not be free?
Wash me, cleanse me
I'm sick of death in my life
You can have me
Even the parts that I hide
Wearied exile
I don’t think I can keep on
I long for the place
Where sin will be rid of it’s power
You lived a life to cover mine
Before time began
You purposed in your heart to die
And pay for all my sin
There's no deceiving
One who sees all
There's no hiding
So why not be free?
Wash me, cleanse me
I'm sick of death in my life
You can have me
Even the parts that I hide
Wearied exile
I don’t think I can keep on
I long for the place
Where sin will be rid of it’s power
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