Dirty Dishes

Shelter in place
Be the love, be the grace
That I showed you
That I gave you
There's not one of you here
Who deserves something more
Than their neighbor
For their labor
The sinner can't prove they're a saint
Like a church with a new coat of paint
You can keep up the act for a while
Until it comes out that your heart is what's vile
It's that from within which defiles you
And He without sin reconciles you
Wash your heart
Not your hands



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