Love is just a picture of your glory And my best tries at 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, I'm covered by forgiveness here And only You can forget all I've done 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 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