I see the scars in his hands
And crown of thorns on his head
He who bore my iniquity
He who set the captives free
By his blood we're healed
Called to be children of God
For my freedom he bled
He is the living word
First born of creation
My rock and my salvation
The wounded are made whole
There is healing for your spul
In his eyes I see the love
That makes the broken new
For his grace is more than enough
So he chose to die for you
©lenni-x
L