Blood on My Hands

I came home with a quiet face And boots that knew the dust. I left some names out in the dark. I still can't say enough. My mother set a plate for me. But I could barely chew. I'd hear that valley in my sleep. And wake up feeling due. I've carried steel, I've carried prayer. I've carried shame like a second pair. And every mile back to my door, I asked the Lord, what was it all for? Wash blood off my hands. Wash blood off my hands. Only grace can do What I Can't. Oh. Wash blood off my hands. Wash blood off my hands. Lead me to the place where Peace still stands. A boy with rain in his dark eyes Looked up before he fell. I wrote his face on my own Soul Like some unholy spell. There were orders, there was smoke and fire, And days I can't undo. I was a man doing what men do. Now I'm a man split through. I've seen the bright break into red. I've heard the names that live in my head. So I bow low on trembling knees. Lord, if You can remember me. Wash blood off my hands. Wash blood off my hands. Only grace can do, Oh, what I can't. Wash blood off my hands. Wash blood off my hands. Lead me to the place Where peace still stands. If mercy has a doorway, I'm knocking with my Scars. If Heaven keeps a ledger, the past where my Failures are. I don't ask to be made clean by anything I've earned. I ask to lay this burden down And let Your fire burn. Mm. Wash, wash Blood off my Hands. Wash blood hands. Only grace can do, oh, what I Can't. Wash blood off my hands. Wash blood off my hands. Take this weary man And make him stand. Wash blood off my hands. Wash blood off my hands. Lead me home to peace At last, at last.