Cicatrizes

Scars that prove He had to suffer
So that I could be free
Scars that prove He had to suffer
So that I could be free

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

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 standing there
I look at His hands and remember
Hands that He once extended to heal
Hands that He once extended to save
Hands that He once extended to bless
Hands that He once extended to give life again
Now they are wounded, pierced, marked hands

Scars that prove He had to suffer
So that I could be free
Scars that prove He had to suffer
So that I could be free

Scars that prove He had to suffer
So that I could be free, free, free
Scars that prove He had to suffer

So that I could be free
So that I could be free
So that I could be free