Love is just a picture of Your glory
And my best tries of love have fallen short
I pretend these dirty clothes are holy
Knees patched up with grace from you, O Lord

No one is righteous
But I'm not the one you see

I'm clean
Through no good of my own
But when You look at me You see Your Son
And I am clean

Looking back, my past is worth forgetting
But every try brings me to my knees
Where I can see the shades of your forgiving
Each color covers a sinful memory

I can't be righteous
But I'm not the one you see

I'm clean
Through no good of my own
But when You look at me You see Your Son
And I am clean

On my own
I'm simply man, at best
But my sin's
As far as east from west
Covered by the blood
That Your Son shed
His perfection now defines me

I'm clean
Through no good of my own
But when You look at me You see Your Son
And I am clean