Pure

How can I lift my hands when they are dirty How can I look to you when my eyes are stained So from grace to grace I go, thank you for making it so Yeah, from grace to grace I'll go, thank you for making it so And you say You are pure, my child There's no more shame How can I speak to you when my tongue lies How can I hear you through deception and noise So from grace to grace I go, thank you for making it so Yeah, from grace to grace I'll go, thank you for making it so And you say You are pure, my child There's no more shame From scarlet red to white as snow, only you make it so From scarlet red to white as snow, only you make it so And you say You are pure, my child There's no more shame No more shame No more shame No more shame