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