It went from every pore
And washed me cleaner than
The wellspring from before
That also came from Him
The Master's blood was spilt for me
On that dreary April day
So that I would become free
And walk the path His way
I know not where or when I found
My Father and my Brother's Love
But know with a knowledge profound
It had always existed above
It went from every pore
And washed me cleaner than
The wellspring from before
That also came from Him
--C.R.E.
This one needs work. Well, they all do. I'm just pointing it out on this one.
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