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 created 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 of came and died, a sacrifice
As your 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
Kutless - Passion Lyrics
Kutless - Passion Lyrics
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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 created 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 of came and died, a sacrifice
As your 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
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 created 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 of came and died, a sacrifice
As your 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
Writer: Elia Cmiral
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.