Whiter than the Snow
(Mike Burns)
(Mike Burns)
Whiter than the snow, purer than the cleanest stream;
Wash me and I’ll be bathed in purity, I long to feel clean.
A robe of righteousness, a robe I could not afford;
My Lord, You paid the price,
Your perfect sacrifice has covered up my shame.
And so I thank You, Jesus for the sweet forgiveness of the cross.
It’s a mystery to amaze even angels,
That when Father looks into my heart,
He sees me now as whiter than the snow.
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