[Verse 1] High school queen with a confident stride, With nothing to fear and nothing to hide. But the bathroom mirror starts a brand new war, A glowing red blemish never seen before. It’s a skin condition, a neon display, The only thing people will notice all day. [Chorus] Wash it away, let the spirit come in, More than the skin, it’s the condition of sin. Beyond every blemish that wants to be seen, The touch of the Master is making us clean. [Verse 2] With a skin condition from a sickness within, Ten lepers wait where the outskirts begin. "Unclean" they cry as the Master goes by, Begging for pity from a world gone dry. Healing was given, but nine wouldn't turn, Missing the truth that a heart needs to learn. [Chorus] Wash it away, let the spirit come in, More than the skin, it’s the condition of sin. Beyond every blemish that wants to be seen, The touch of the Master is making us clean. [Verse 3] It’s more than a blemish, it’s a deep-seated stain, A world full of people down the spiritual drain. From vanity posts and arrogant boasts, It’s the pride deep inside, keeping hearts from their hosts. It’s a sin condition, at the root of the soul, Losing our reflection, and our heavenly goal. [Bridge] He took on the blemish, He took on the scar, To reach every soul, no matter how far. Not for the righteous, but the broken and low, His mercy washes white as snow. [Final Chorus - Extended] Wash it away, let the spirit come in, More than the skin, it’s the condition of sin. Beyond every blemish that wants to be seen, The touch of the Master is making us clean. [Outro] One came back... Praising the Lord … For more than his skin…
