Pure is a flower in the spring.
Pure is a golden ring.
Pure is the way that I feel, when you're near.

I'm sure of one thing.
There's a cure for wandering.
Now I won't cry aimlessly, when you're here with me.

I'm pure by the blood of the cross.
And I'm sure without you I'm lost.
Now I won't die innocently, when you're here with me.

I'm gonna find my way to Jesus.
And nothin, nothin's gonna stand in my way.
The way you make me feel.
Makes me want to stand and say.

I'm pure.
Now I won't die innocently.
When you're here with me.