Heaven must love God's problem child I did the best I could do Or the best I could tell The higher I flew, the farther I fell Born in the mud, Raised in the wild Washed in the blood, God's Problem Child

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb? Are you washed in the blood In the soul-cleansing blood of the lamb? Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow? Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you fully trusting in His grace this

Sometimes I don't know which way to go 'cause I'm walking on a high wire Have to pull it together Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow of my bed Explains the pain that's in my head Sometimes I can't tell, but it's

Praising my Savior all the day long This is my story, this is my song Blessed assurance Jesus is mine O what a foretaste of glory divine Heir of salvation, purchase of God Born of his spirit washed in his blood Perfect submission, perfect delight Visions

And I can't do a damn thing about it It's a damn shame that I can't change I can't undo everything I'd like to So I roll on and I shout it 'Cause I can't do a damn thing about it Been washed in the blood of the Lamb And I washed blood off of my hands