a soothing, healing rain
fall down gently
wash away my shame and pain
and if every drop of water
could wash away a sin
still it would never be enough
to make me clean again
rush down madly
O, cleansing water flow
pour down torrents
purify my soul
but no amount of water
could ever be enough
'cause when it comes to cleansing sin
nothing works but blood
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