While my hands are scarred and my sins are buried below
Speak the words
Are my prayers heard?
The hands that bled
My story was written in blood
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood
My voice is hoarse, death is my discourse
Where does my help come from?
Poured from your side, my entire life was written before I was born
But every inch of me was blood-stained
I’ve wept, I died, I paid the price all so you can live this life