There is a river that washes you clean

There is a tree that marks the places you ve been

Blood that was spilled, although not your own,

For all of your tears, are the wages for things you have done

And all of those nights

Spent alone in the darkness of your mind

Give it up, Let go

These are things you were never meant to shoulder

There is a river that washes you clean

There is a tree that marks the places you ve been

Blood that was spilled, although not your own

For all of those tears, love will atone

So, give up the right

To control the waves that empty out your life

Above wild skies

Are the rays that break the shadows we design

Give it up, let go

These are things you were never meant to shoulder

Give it up, let go

There is a river that washes you clean

There is a tree that marks the places you ve been

Blood that was spilled, although not your own

For all of those things, love will atone

I know the world can turn in different ways

Most of the time, we re simply hanging on

And under the signs of how we all behave

We might find the place that we belong

Jars Of Clay-There Is A River

Album:Good Monsters

Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark

There is a river that washes you clean

There is a tree that marks the places you ve been

Blood that was spilled, although not your own

For all of these things, love will atone

For all of those nights, that you cried all alone

For all of those tears, love w