Man In Filthy Rags

This man in rags,
Deserves death,
This man in filthy rags,
Does not deserve to be in your presence

Woe is I,
Who can delivery me from this misery?
My heart, my soul cries,
That you would go to Calvary,
How can this be? That you would save me?

Filthy rags I wear,
I stand before you Lord,
Will mercy call?
I am affected and impure,
By my own sins
I feel your pierce sword
Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall,
Swept away by the wind.
I’m a man in filthy rags, dead man walking in sin.

Filthy rags I wear,
That I am clothed in.
But still you came, because you cared,
To take upon you the weight of my sin.
In order to set me free
From the law of sin and death.
That you would save this filthy man in rags,
And take my place instead.

Filthy rags I wear,
I stand before you Lord,
Will mercy call?
I am affected and impure,
By my own sins
I feel your pierce sword
Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall,
Swept away by the wind.
I’m a man in filthy rags, dead man walking in sin.
My faith in Christ has saved me from the law of sin and death.

By Aaron Guadarrama

Isaiah 64:6

We are all infected and impure with sin. When we proudly

display our righteous deeds, we find they are but filthy rags.

Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall.

And our sins, like the wind, sweep us away.