Cicatrizes

Closing my eyes
I can see Jesus on the cross
His suffering is too much
That it's even hard to imagine
That someone can endure suffering like this

Nail in the hands
Nail in the feet
Jesus is suffering
And knowing that all this is for me
I can't control myself, when I think about it I cry

I'm still there, standing
I look at His hands and remember
Hands that He once reached out to heal
Hands that He once reached out to save
Hands that He once reached out to bless
Hands that He once reached out to give life again

Now they are wounded, pierced, marked hands
Scars that prove He had to suffer
So that I could be free