Lyrics
I've skinned my knuckles on the washboard
Trying to clean up my soul
And I've apologized to my Lord
Til I've caused his eyes to roll
Now he's just sitting back
Watching me have my little fit
Cause ain't nothing I've done for my soul
Has made one lick of sense
Chorus:
He tries to tell me, "I've got you, child
Don't worry about the past
You didn't know better but now you do
That's what's gonna last
Give me your guilt and give me your shame
Child, hand it over here
I'm gonna throw it in the dumpster
With all that useless fear."
I've taken many a tearful walk
Just circling the block
Feeling unworthy of the light
That lets me see the world
Now Jesus is looking at me
And He's got one eyebrow raised
He says, "There ain't nothing wrong with you
'Cept you let yourself get played."
Bridge:
I'm standing on the tip of the needle
That that rich man struggles through
I'm riding on the back of the camel
Divining what is true
The Bright and Morning Star dances in my heart
Guides my every neuron to pursue my art