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Wash My Feet, Wash My Heart
A song dealing with the event when Jesus Christ washed the feet of His disciples, and also to apply to those Christians who re-enact this ceremony today.
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Charts position
» highest in charts: # 1550 (125,863 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre: # 134 (10,266 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Folk)
» highest in sub-genre: # 134 (10,266 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Folk)
About the song
Our denomination is one that observes this ceremony, based on John 13:1-15. This song is to apply to this rite.
Lyrics
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
As we wash each other's feet,
Tell us, Jesus, about that street,
Where a million dear friends we may meet.
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
As we take each other's hands,
Tell us, Jesus, about that land,
And the wonderful things You have planned.
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
As we come to You in prayer,
Show us, Jesus, that You're there.
Of Your presence, please make us aware.
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
Make us fearless, make us bold,
Show us how to not grow cold.
Make us ready to walk streets of gold.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
As we wash each other's feet,
Tell us, Jesus, about that street,
Where a million dear friends we may meet.
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
As we take each other's hands,
Tell us, Jesus, about that land,
And the wonderful things You have planned.
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
As we come to You in prayer,
Show us, Jesus, that You're there.
Of Your presence, please make us aware.
Wash my feet, wash my heart, wash my soul.
Make me clean, make me pure, make me whole.
Make us fearless, make us bold,
Show us how to not grow cold.
Make us ready to walk streets of gold.
