Flickering from the past Come images that terrify and calm A paradox in me Nail pierced hands they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain yet it s comforting to me He chose to give it all Jesus endured the pain Paying a debt I owed and created a paradox in me Nail pierced hands they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain yet it s comforting to me And in my heart I know that you re the only one Who could of came and dieda sacrifice As your God s only son Nail pierced hands they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain yet it s comforting to me

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