Filthy

Filthy, dirty, something that I can't explain

I'm so unworthy, this gift You give me every day

and sometimes I just can't buy

the reason why You die

everyday to cleanse the dirt of me

and I try to get by without Your blood that covers me

and I sigh as I die with each breath eventually

and leaving no excape, I fall into Your waves

and drink the love that washes over me

how deep the flood, that washes me away

how pure the blood, I'm not filthy anymore.

and I cry oh my God what have I done

I have nailed all these nails into Your only son

and still You call me a precious lamb, a chosen one

I'm filthy and You make me clean