reigns on high Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed All my stains Jesus washed Jesus washed All my stains Jesus washed Jesus washed All my stains Jesus washed Jesus washed
To my king The one who reigns on high I will sing To my king The one who reigns on high I will sing Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed
the blood its stuff about the blood its stuff about the blood of Jesus and wash away your sins and wash your mind and wash your heart and wash your
My name is Jackson Jameson, a coal miner by trade From a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union
the glassgreenhouse.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed
me find it everywhere Peacocks talking of the color gray Awaking soundly in darkest day A howling tempest on a silent sea Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree
cries. Have you ever smelled a porcupine as its thrown the air by a huge lumberjack who screams, "I'm never going to wash myself again, not for a million
in every area From all sin and I'm free and I'm forgiven by the blood What can wash away my sin, nothing but the blood of Jesus Seven times perfection
to the pond I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash the sins of my father I'm gonna wash the sins of my mother Wash the sins of my brother
Down to the pond I'm gonna wash them [2x] I'm gonna wash the sins of my Father I'm gonna wash the sins of my Mother I'm gonna wash the sins of my Brother
I'm alone "I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores. The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees
in every area from all sin and I'm free, and I'm Forgiven, by the blood. What can wash away my sin, nothing but the blood of Jesus. Seven times Perfection
