The Hands That Bled - Darkness Divided

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

My story 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?

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

You claim I’ve never felt your pain

But every inch of me was blood-stained

I’ve wept, I died, I paid the price all so you can live this life