You wash me whiter than the whitest snow
You lift me higher than the clouds can go
You mend my broken heart with love aglow
And this is when, my thankful tears, they flow
Washing me whiter, washing me whiter
I fall at Your feet, and then You reach down
With eyes full of tenderness, You tell me
I’m all Yours, placing upon me Your crown
Washing me whiter, washing me whiter
So now I’m clean, Your righteousness I wear
My filthy rags have been nailed to the cross
I live as Your child, so wanted, so fair
My heart can now sing in cleansed, purest tones
’Cause Jesus has opened the way back home
And access forever to our Father
I’m seen and purchased, through the spotless Lamb
You wash me whiter than the whitest snow
You lift me higher than the clouds can go
You mend my broken heart with love aglow
And this is when, my thankful tears, they flow
© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth
Isaiah 1:16-18(KJV)
16 Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before Mine eyes; cease to do evil;
17 Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
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