Wash me clean again

And take me down in your water

And try to make me understand 

Cause in this life that I live

I might have grown a little harder

But so have these times



Where we just war with words

And fight for rights to take a life

In the name of peace

But we cannot hide behind our picket fences,

Abortion lines, and worn defenses

I don't understand



Touch and go, it survives 

In this land of our fathers

The bleeding and the needing 

Are left behind



You say one name out aloud 

While inside you feel another

But there is some comfort in pleasing the crowd

So you just raise your hands up to the sky

And scream a verse that will make them cry



But when those politics

They don't stick around

Those words fight back

They'll take you down

And you won't understand



So Lord search my soul

And find the need to break this stone 

And plant a seed and find me

Find a place for me inside