Cicatrizes

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

Nails in his hands, nails in his 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 standing there
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
That he had to suffer
So that I could be free
Scars that prove
That he had to suffer
So that I could be free