I was working on my truck
My wife was sure to be pleased
My truck was up and running good
But my hands were covered with grease.

I came into the house
I gave my wife a great big squeeze
Go and wash your hands, she said
Don't touch me with all that grease.

I'm getting hungry, I said
Will you fix my dinner now, please?
Get out of my kitchen, she said
Don't touch anything with all that grease

But I've been working hard, I said
I thought for sure that you'd see
Don't my works count for anything?
She said, Don't touch me with all that grease.

I thought you said you loved me
Were you just saying that to tease?
I love you with all my heart, she said
But I sure don't love all that grease.

I know what I'll do, I thought
This is real smart for someone like me
I'll put on those kitchen gloves lying there
Now she won't be able to see all that grease.

But she was still not satisfied
Though my hands she couldn't see
Even though my hands were covered up
The cover up didn't rid me of all that grease.

My works did not impress her
My cover up still didn't completely appease
I could feel something was still wrong
It had something to do with all that grease.

But it got me in the kitchen though
But she was still not well pleased
Although my hands were covered up
Even I was aware of all that grease.

So I said I would like to know
Do you see what I don't see?
What can I do to make things right?
She said, Get rid of all that grease.

I can't get rid of it, I said
It clings and clings to me
She gave me some cleanser she had purchased
She said, This gets rid of grease.

I got it at the store myself
It will make you free
I paid for it all myself
It was made just to get rid of grease.

The cleanser cleanses your hands
But the smell gets to me
Here's some soap that will make you smell better
After you're cleansed of all that grease.

So I washed my hands with the cleanser
And the soap and water she gave to me
Then I let her smell my hands
Look, see, there's no grease.

So she gave me a great big hug
I knew for sure that she was now well pleased
My hands were clean, unstained, and smelling good
We weren't separated by all that grease.

All it took was to come clean
Now we have so much real peace
I just followed her directions
And got rid of all that grease.

She invited me into her kitchen
It was no longer a deep freeze
I could feel the warmth and love coming from her
And I no longer felt the grease.

She told me she knew I really worked hard
Now she was really completely pleased
I was sure glad I listened to her
And I was no longer covered by grease.

Sometimes it's hard to take orders
Especially for someone as smart as me
But sometimes good advice works pretty good
Anyhow, who needs all that grease?

Some people think they're pretty slick
Their religion they want the world to see
But salvation is on a higher plane
Far above this world covered in grease.

We may be slicker than we thought
But even the world can see
People whose hands are marred by sin
Hands spotted by sin and grease.

You grease my hands and I'll grease yours
That's a saying the world should let be
Religion pats itself on the back
With handprints covered with grease.

We can do some good works
But still there are other needs
Someone else has to supply
If we're not separated by too much grease.

I could feel her admiration
For someone as imperfect as me
It can be a beautiful thought
Not to be covered with all that grease.

God said He gave an atonement
A covering not to forever be
A better covenant He would give
A cleansing from all our grease.

Maybe I'll go to Him today
In heaven someday I will be
If I cleanse my hands from my sin
And I don't approach Him with all my grease.

All my righteousness is as filthy rags
So one day God's Son did bleed
And I can approach God with His blood
And my hands not covered with all that grease.

His blood cleanses us from all sin
That's why He hung on a tree
To take away the stain of sin
To cleanse us from all this grease.

Everything I touch has been marred by sin
Just look around the world and see
The problem is not whether God loves me
But what about all that grease?

He has paid for the cleansing agent
My righteousness, let it be far from me
He will send His Holy Spirit
When our hands are cleansed from grease.

You will not be allowed into His heaven
Unless His blood makes you free
But you have been personally invited
Just don't show up with all that grease.

If you want to wear fine linen
And shine for all the world to see
You'd better get cleaned up first
Because works don't get rid of all that grease.

God loves you so very much
But you may never see
Until your hands are cleansed by blood
And cleansed from all that grease.

Jesus Christ is your Lord and Savior
Come to Him and see
His love is out of this world
And Oil is better than all that grease.

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