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The Blood Of Jesus by mike bullock The blood of Jesus washes me Every time I am unclean Which is nearly all the time Covered in my worldly grime You can hear the daily thud As I fall down in the mud The blood of Jesus washes me Every time I am unclean. Thank You Lord for what You did Dying for this earthly kid Giving me the chance to be New, forgiven, just like thee Daily I will come to You Looking for Your power anew The blood of Jesus washes me Perfect love eternally. |
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