Verse 1
I’ve wandered from Your mercy, strayed beyond Your holy place,
Outside the walls of Khata, I’ve lost Your warm embrace.
Khet and teyt surround me, in Your covering I’m free,
O Yehowah, call me back, to where I’m meant to be.
Chorus
Purge me with much hyssop, make me whiter than the snow,
Truly I am free in Your Khata, where the living waters flow.
Purge me with much hyssop, make me whiter than the snow,
Truly I am free in Your Khata, where the living waters flow.
Verse 2
Aleph lifts my hand to Yours, reaching for Your light above,
A bond of holy union, held by Your unending love.
Yet when I break this grasp, Mar-Yah and turn from Your embrace,
Restore my heart to Khata’s call, to dwell in Your true grace.
Verse 3
The world’s false Khata blinds me, a veil of empty lies,
It pulls me from Your presence, where my soul’s true calling lies.
Through Yah Yeshua’s blood, Your atonement sets me free,
You draw me to Your Khata, where the cleansed and righteous be.
Chorus
Purge me with much hyssop, make me whiter than the snow,
Truly I am free in Your Khata, where the living waters flow.
Purge me with much hyssop, make me whiter than the snow,
Truly I am free in Your Khata, where the living waters flow.
Verse 4
You formed me upright, Mar-Yah, to live within Your holy plan,
But I chased fleeting shadows, inventions of a man.
Now I plead, “Renew my spirit, make it steadfast, make it true,
Let me rest in Your Khata, forever close to You.”
Bridge
Khet and teyt, Your sacred space, where I am called to dwell,
Your blood has made me whole again, my soul now sings to tell.
Eternity You’ve set in me, Your promise I’ll abide,
In Your Khata, I’m restored, forever by Your side.
Chorus
Purge me with much hyssop, make me whiter than the snow,
Truly I am free in Your khata, where the living waters flow.
Purge me with much hyssop, make me whiter than the snow,
Truly I am free in Your khata, where the living waters flow.
Outro
O Yehowah, my heart’s one cry, to dwell where You reside,
In the khata of Your love, I’ll stay forever by Your side.
Purge me with much hyssop,
For unto you I belong
Sinners I will win unto thee
And together make song
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