Who dare cleanse my filth as he did
when my hands sour in hideous deeds
like a dog failing to hear the whistle i strayed
my feet running to provoke his retribution
but his hands beckoned me come
come come and see what love i have for you
come come and see what value you worth
how could a sinless Savior love a sinful soul
how could a righteous God care for my unrighteous soul
trading my filth for his only beloved son
my garment of shame for the nakedness of his glorious son
my dirty soul for the life of his beloved son
my infirmities for the blood of his son
a desperate measure to claim me from Hades.
