Wash away my sins, Lord
Cleanse me in the rain
Let Your holy thunder
Take away my pain
Let me cry some tears, Lord
Heal my sorry eyes
Dark and dry as deserts
Baking in the lies
Call me in Your griefs
Hold me in Your arms
I've fallen in a sin filled world
And Idolized it's charms
Waiting for the rain to come down
My heart is prone to wander, Lord
Through a market place of grief
Free my mind from worry