There's something about the sorrow showing on your face, something so tender and contrite,
I know you're tired of being in this place; your every daydream turns to night,
And you've worked and strived, and struggled until your fingers, they've turned blue from digging deep into the heart of what you can and cannot do,
There's something about the hesitation in your step, something so beautiful and scared,
Something hard about the truth that you accept, and still you find a saviour there,
So, don't you despise the road should it drive you straight to the Son,
He's got his reason to receive you, and doesn't need another one.

The blood, it is enough for every man, woman, and child to be reconciled,
The blood, it is enough for those, of every shade of skin, to begin again.

Something about the way you cry yourself to sleep, something so destitute and poor,
Sweet is every tear that's running down your cheek, how each one clears the way for more,
So, if it drives you to the saviour, then don't disconnect the pain,
He's got one excuse to hold you and never let you go again.

The blood, it is enough for every man, woman, and child to be reconciled,
The blood, it is enough for those, of every shade of skin, to begin again.

Everybody has tarried in a barren land, even in a devil's den,
But if the cross that you carry should slip from your hands, get on your knees and pick it up...pick it up...pick it up again.

To be reconciled,
The blood, it is enough for those, of every shade of skin, to begin again,
Yeah, the blood, it is enough for every man, woman, and child to be reconciled,
The blood, it is enough.