With tattered wrists and shattered fists I raise my hands to skies above. On bloody knees I bow before my Lord. With tattered wrists and shattered fists I raise my hands above. On bloody knees I pray On bloody knees I bow before my Lord. I pray... even as I bleed. Praise be to you my God... Even as I bleed Thanks given to you Jesus... Even as I bleed For without struggle there would be no progress. And without nightfall the sun's beauty'd be mundane. Glory to you my merciful father. I love You. I'm humbled yet again.