Within my mind's eye Flickering from the past Come images that terrify and calm A paradox in me Nail-pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me He chose to give it all Jesus endured the pain Paying a debt I owed and createing a paradox in me Nail-pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me And in my heart I know that You're the only one Who could have came and died, a sacrifice As You're God's only Son Nail-pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me