Charity Gayle - Cleansed

H^Ebere at the altar where I run to rest W^Ebhere I wait ressurection and the touch of your breath I^Ab die now daily so that ^EbI m^Fay^Eb li^Abve In the ^Fmgrace that ^Gbelongs to all who are ^Gborn ^Abagain

^BbI am ^Ebcleansed, I am ^Gwashed, I am ^Absancti-^Ebfied ^Bb I am ^CHoly Ghost filled, and^F water ba^Bbp-tized I am ^Bbright with my ^EbGod for ^Aball ^Gtime Cause ^FJe-^Gsus ^Abmy s^Bbavior's a-^Eblive.

^EbHere at the table the children are fed W^Ebe are filled with the mercy of the lamb and the bread ^AbI feast now daily because ^EbI've ^Flearned ^Gto l^Abive In the ^Fgrace that be-^Glongs to all who are ^Fbo--rn a-^Abgain

I am ^Ccleansed, I am ^Ewashed, I am s^Fancti-^Cfied ^G I am ^AHoly Ghost filled, and ^Dwater bap-^Gtized I am ^Gright with my ^CGod for ^Fall ^Etime Cause ^DJe---^Esus ^Fmy ^Gsavior ^{A D}Je---^Esus ^Fmy ^Gsavior D E F G F C Je---sus my sav-ior's ali-------ve.