Blood on My Hands

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.
Wash blood off my hands, wash blood off my hands.
Only grace can do 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.