I Come to Wash

There was a day when I came to wash my hands and feet

There was a day when things were not so hidden or discreet

Now it so easy to hide things in my heart

But I still have to wash and set myself apart

I come to the bronze laver to look, to wash, and to see

What snare to lay down, what God wants to wash out of me

Now that the sacrifice has been made for my sin

I come to wash before my God in this mirrored, bronze bin

Christ completed the work for us our hands are now clean

But we must walk a walk for Him that is by all men seen

I come to wash that I may have my appointed  part in Him

I do not want the light He gave to go out, or to become dim

As I stand here and look ahead I see the veil to the Holy Place

I want to go in and fellowship to be equipped to run the race

There is so much waiting for me I must not hide my face

I come to wash that I may receive a filling of His Grace

I come to wash that I can know that Christ has made me clean

To work out my salvation daily and not look back where I’ve been

Christ wants us all to come and wash and lay aside our sin

That is why His Word is fore- shadowed in this bronze bin

So come and wash that we may go and fellowship with Him

We can not pass the offer up it would be such a sin

For if we are not willing to come and wash in this laver

We cannot expect to receive from the Lord His un-merited favor

There is a table prepared for us and it just lies ahead

If we will wash that burden is no longer on our head

I came to wash I feel so free I’m so glad that I came

Now that I am washed I feel so clean I’ll never ever be the same

By Heather Green

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