washed hands

I know that I learned to thank; It is not what it looks like, or what it might be; I have always forgiven myself for my invented truths; I now recognize, those acts, those blunders; Today I am so sure, I will tell you; I don't know how I'm going to tell you; Today my hands are washed. My sins were forgiven. Today I am so sure I will tell you; My forgiveness did not make it happen; It was a lot of pretension: To be a creator and forgiver of my path; Who gave rise to my thanks?; The answer comes from heaven and not in my view; God saved me and this I have to say: It was for the cross, for life and for the freedom to live.