Words and music by Bob Hartman 
Based on 1 John 1:9, John 15:3
You might see me stumble, you may see might fall 
You might 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
(Chorus) 
I've missed the mark I can't deny it 
I don't condone or justify it 
But I've done nothing that His blood can't wash away 
When I take it to the cross and start to pray