Grab the arrows
Strike them to the ground
Six times
Seven times
Always afraid
That I'm not asking enough
I won't let up
I'll wear you down
I'm persistent
Waiting for my crown
I strike the arrows to the ground
Take these sins
And wash them away
Again
So that I can be forgiven
Take this soul
And wash it white
As snow
So that I can be forgiven
Empty word kids
With phylacteries broad
In the churches
And in the synagogues
I won't let up
I'll wear you down
I'm persistent
Waiting for my crown
I strike the arrows to the ground
Take these sins
And wash them away
Again
So that I can be forgiven
Take this soul
And wash it white
As snow
So that I can be forgiven