Wash Your Hands
Who hasnít heard their fatherís call
at suppertime to children small?
ďPlease wash your hands of all youíve done,
and quickly now, the mealís begun.Ē
And too, from early on we learned
our fatherís love could not be earnedó
Accorded us through dirt and deeds,
he gave us that which filled our needs.
And so we grew to maids and men,
and knowing where our hands had been.
No comfort in the brightest dawnó
no parents now to help us on.
And so we seek beneath the sun
to wash our hands of all weíve done,
But higher must we look at last
to cleanse our souls of sin now passed.
Our Fatherís love is still as free
as when we sat upon his knee.
Yes, wash your hands of all youíve done,
then come and dine with Godís own Son.