Washed in the Blood

 When I'm dragged through the mud for the last time
 Then I know I'll be washed in the blood
 Way down at the bottom of a slippery slope when I start my decline
 Fast waters flow I'll be lost in the flood

 I hear angels behind my shoulders telling me to have no fear
 I hear voices of a long-dead whisper in my ear
 Telling me everything I want to hear

 When I'm dragged through the mud for the last time
 Then I know I'll be washed in the blood
 Way down at the bottom of a slippery slope when I start my decline
 Fast waters flow I'll be lost in the flood

 Down by the river