The Blood on My Hands

You gave me Your Kingdom keys;
But I would not open the door.
For I've got blood on my hands,
And mud on the floor.

I cannot track all of this in,
Won't even touch the door knob;
Cannot soil what's sacred,
and stain my new home.

So I'll go down to the river,
I'll let the cold pierce my skin,
And feel the rain rinse away,
Proof of the battle I've been in.

And once I've been cleansed,
And I feel refreshed,
I know I'll feel at home;
Welcomed again.