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They tell me divinity knows why my pain overflows |
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While my hands are scarred and my sins are buried below |
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O saving victim, I long to hear your voice |
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Speak the words |
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Are my prayers heard? |
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The hands that bled |
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My story was written in blood |
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Holes showed the price |
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It poured from your side |
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My salvation was written in blood |
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My story was written in blood with the words sent from above |
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My voice is hoarse, death is my discourse |
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Where does my help come from? |
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The holes in my hands are the remnants of your Holy Word |
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Poured from your side, my entire life was written before I was born |
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You claim I've never felt your pain |
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But every inch of me was blood-stained |
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I've wept, I died, I paid the price all so you can live this life |