Washed - UPPERROOM, Brett Bell

When I was lost, the wayward one so far away

I was your thought, there on the cross that day

I saw the feast, but I chose the dirt to lay my head

I was a captive to what the accuser said

Then you stepped into my grave

Laughing at the guilt and shame

And all my fear was stripped away

Now I stand and sing

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

By your scars my sin erased I’m innocent

Covered in beauty, clothed in every word you speak

I stand in the promise that you will never leave

'Cause I found a love that fills me again and again

I’ve tasted freedom that drowns out all my sin

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

By your scars my sin erased I’m innocent

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

By your stripes I’m closer than I’ve ever been

Glory to the Lord on high

There is no one like you

Here my song of praise will rise

To my champion, my rescue

Glory to the Lord on high

There is no one like you

Here my song of praise will rise

To my champion, my rescue

Glory to the Lord on high

There is no one like you

Here my song of praise will rise

To my champion, my rescue

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

By your scars my sin erased I’m innocent

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

I am washed by the blood of the lamb

By your stripes I’m closer than I’ve ever been