The Hands That Bled (Acoustic)

They tell me divinity knows why my pain overflows
While my hands are scarred and my sins are buried below

O saving victim, I long to hear your voice
Speak the words
Are my prayers heard?
The hands that bled

Holes showed the price
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood
Holes showed the price
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood

My story was written in blood with the words sent from above
My voice is hoarse, death is my discourse
Where does my help come from?

O saving victim, I long to hear your voice
Speak the words
Are my prayers heard?
The hands that bled

Holes showed the price
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood
Holes showed the price
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood

The holes in my hands are the remnants of your Holy Word
Poured from your side, my entire life was written before I was born

The holes in my hands are the remnants of your Holy Word
Poured from your side, my entire life was written before I was born

Holes showed the price
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood
Holes showed the price
It poured from your side
My salvation was written in blood



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Andrew Mora, Gerard Anthony Mora, Israel Javier Hernandez, Sebastian Anthony Elizondo, Christopher James Mora
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