Love is just a picture of your glorynAnd my best tries at love have fallen shortnI pretend these dirty clothes are holynKnees patched up with grace from you, O LordnNo one is righteous,nBut I’m not the one you seenI’m clean,nI’m covered by forgiveness herenAnd only You can forget all I’ve donenI’m cleannThrough no good of my ownnBut when you look at me You see Your SonnAnd I am cleannLooking back, my past is worth forgettingnBut every try brings me to my kneesnWhere I can see the shades of your forgivingnEach color covers a sinful memorynI can’t be righteousnBut I’m not the one You seennOn my own,nI’m simply man, at bestnBut my sin’snAs far as east from westnCovered by the bloodnThat Your Son shed:nHis perfection now defines men