Out Of The Grey

Come Clean

Out Of The Grey


When the best of my intentions 
Won't reach for their potential 
And the language of love 
Hesitates to leave my tongue 
I tire of trying to translate 
What I am to what should be 
No, the inside of this stained-glass cup 
Never really does seem to come clean

So I stake out my pretenses 
And keep washing white these fences 
But the colors underneath them 
Keep showing through again 
I tire of trying to translate 
What I know to what I do 
Won't You scrub this dusty window Lord 
Let Your light get through

When I come to You, I come clean 
Can't pretend to any good in me 
Wash me in Your love, I come clean

So you cover me with Jesus 
And You see me just like He is 
And I am confident to tremble in 
Your presence once again

When I come to You, I come clean 
Can't pretend to any good in me 
Wash me in Your blood, I come clean