He Washed My Hands

He washed my hands, to all that I have done, and cleansed my soul by the love of just one. I have walked a mile in another man’s shoes. And felt the sorrow in a man who sings the blues. I have lost my way a time or two, but found it back thanks to you. The prayers you answered, I did not see for pride and ignorance blinded me. I prayed for my father, and age fifteen he came for me. But I was mad and have felt so alone I couldn’t say I love you, to late now he’s already gone. On his death bed I tried to hold his hand and say the things I should’ve said. It was only his nerves the doctors say He did not mean to snatch away. But Lord, please tell me why does this haunt me today? Why did I not see, before it was too late? I will not give up, I will not loose faith. But right now you must know I am so afraid tonight, tomorrow, and even today. I know you are there and I will always pray. I trust your guidance will not lead me a stray, that your words will give me faith. And the strength I need for another day.