The Hands That Bled کے بول

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